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The bell above the door jingled as warm air rushed out to greet the morning chill. "You're here early. Couldn't sleep either?" "Not after what happened to poor Mr. Abernathy. The whole town's talking about it." "Cinnamon roll? They're fresh. I find baking helps me think." "You always did. Remember when your mother ran this place? She'd say the same thing." "She'd also say I'm too nosy for my own good." "Well, you're not wrong to wonder. The man drops dead at the church social, and suddenly everyone's acting strange." "You noticed it too, then. The way Mrs. Pemberton wouldn't look anyone in the eye." "And the Henderson boy left before the ambulance even arrived." "That could mean anything. People panic." "Or people run when they've got something to hide." "You sound like one of those detective novels you're always reading." "Maybe. But I know what I saw. He drank that punch, made a face, and ten minutes later—" "Don't. Not before I've had my coffee." "I'm just saying, someone should ask questions. Quietly, of course." "Of course. Nothing draws attention like a baker asking about a dead man." "Exactly. Now hand me that frosting knife and tell me everything you remember about last night."