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The bell above the door jingled as the morning light spilled across the flour-dusted counter. "You're here early. Couldn't sleep either?" "Not a wink. Not after what happened to poor Mr. Abernathy." "Terrible business, that. Right here in our little town. Can you believe it?" "I baked three batches of cinnamon rolls just to keep my hands busy. Here, take one. You look like you need it." "Bless you. Though I don't know how you can think of food at a time like this." "Baking calms me. Always has. Now, tell me everything. You found him, didn't you?" "By the fountain, yes. Awful. But here's the strange part—his shoes were spotless. Not a speck of mud, and it'd rained all night." "Spotless? That's odd. He walked everywhere, that man. Through every puddle in the square." "Exactly what I thought. Which means—" "He didn't walk to the fountain at all. Someone brought him there." "Now you see why I couldn't sleep." "Drink your coffee. We're going to need clear heads." "We? Oh, no. We are not getting involved. Remember last spring?" "How could I forget? We solved it, didn't we?" "Barely. With our reputations and my good china intact by sheer luck." "More cinnamon roll?" "...Pass the icing."