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The scent of toasted cinnamon and browned butter hung heavy in the air, a sweet shroud against the damp morning drizzle tapping at the storefront window. Behind the counter, the flour-dusted display case rattled as a tray of scones was slid onto the marble slab. "The police are saying it was an accident, but accidents don’t involve a tea service set for two when only one person was in the room." "People have been known to talk to themselves, especially in this town. It's the mountain air, or perhaps the loneliness." The oven timer chimed, a sharp, metallic ring that cut through the low hum of the refrigerator. "He never drank Earl Grey. He was a coffee man, black as midnight, just like his mood." "Maybe he was trying something new. A change of heart, perhaps?" "A change of heart usually comes with a smile, not a ceramic shard buried in the rug." A dusting of powdered sugar settled silently onto the wooden floorboards, catching the pale morning light. "Keep your voice down. The sheriff is sitting in the corner booth, nursing an Americano and watching that door like a hawk."