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The bell above the door chimed as warm air rushed out to greet the morning chill. "You're here early. The cinnamon rolls aren't even out of the oven yet." "I'm not here for the rolls. Though I'll take two when they're ready." "Then what brings you to my counter before sunrise?" "Margaret Wilkins. You heard, didn't you?" "The whole town's heard. Found in her garden, poor thing. Such a shame." "That's just it. I don't think it was her heart at all." "Lower your voice. The Hendersons are by the window." "She was in here Tuesday, wasn't she? Ordered that lemon cake for the church social." "She did. Sat right where you're standing, complaining about her neighbor again." "Which neighbor?" "You know which one. The one with the prize roses she was always so jealous of." "And those roses just happened to win first place the day before Margaret died." "You can't possibly think—" "I think it's awfully convenient. And I think you know more than you're letting on." A long pause settled between them, broken only by the oven timer's gentle ding. "The rolls are ready. And maybe... maybe we should talk in the back." "Now you're speaking my language."