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The bell above the door jingled as warm air rushed out to greet the morning chill. "You're here early. The croissants aren't even out of the oven yet." "I couldn't sleep. Not after what happened to poor Mr. Abernathy." "Terrible business, that. Found him right there in his garden, they say." "You don't think it was natural causes, do you? A man his age, working in the heat?" "He was seventy-three and fit as a fiddle. Walked past this window every morning at seven sharp for the past decade." "Then who would want to harm him? Everyone loved Harold." "Not everyone. You didn't hear the row he had with his nephew last Tuesday. Right out on the sidewalk, shouting about the will." "The will? I thought the boy was getting everything anyway." "That's just it. Harold told me—right where you're standing—that he'd changed his mind. Going to leave the house to the historical society instead." "You don't say." "I do say. And I'd wager that nephew knew about it too." "Should we tell the sheriff?" "After breakfast. No sense gossiping on an empty stomach. Now, are those almond ones ready yet?" "Two minutes. And not a word to anyone until we're certain." "My lips are sealed. Mostly."