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The scent of caramelized sugar and warm yeast hung heavy in the air, a comforting shroud against the driving rain tapping rhythmically against the bakery’s storefront window. "You’re staring at that blueberry scone as if it committed a felony, Arthur." "Not the scone, just the person who bought four of them ten minutes ago." "The widow from Willow Creek? She has a book club meeting. Don't look so suspicious, it’s unbecoming." "She doesn't have a book club, at least not one that meets on a Tuesday morning while the rest of the town is at the post office." "Maybe she’s a fast reader. Or maybe she just likes pastries. You really need to stop treating every stranger like a prime suspect in a cold case." "A crime hasn't been committed yet, but mark my words, someone is going to be very upset when they find out their prize-winning begonias were trampled in a hurry." "You’re impossible. Just drink your tea before the steam disappears." "I’m not drinking anything until I figure out why the florist is running toward the back alley instead of opening her shop." "Fine. I’ll go check. But if you’re wrong, you’re on dish duty for a week."