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The bell above the door chimed as the morning light spilled across the flour-dusted counter. "You're here early. Couldn't sleep either?" "How could I? After what happened to poor Mr. Whitfield last night, I doubt anyone in this town slept a wink." "Keep your voice down. The walls have ears, especially in a place like this." "You think someone's listening? Here?" "I think someone knows more than they're letting on. Did you see how Margaret reacted when the sheriff mentioned the missing ledger?" "She went pale as my bread dough. But surely you don't suspect her? She's been baking here for thirty years." "Thirty years is a long time to hold a grudge. And don't forget, she was the last one to see him alive." "That's just gossip. I won't have it spread in my bakery." "It's not gossip if it's true. Hand me that rolling pin, would you?" "Here. Though I still say you're letting your imagination run wild." "Maybe. Or maybe I'm the only one paying attention. Tell me—why would Margaret order three dozen extra pastries the very morning after Whitfield died?" "...I hadn't thought of that." "Exactly. Now, put the kettle on. We have some investigating to do before the lunch rush."