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The bell above the door chimed, letting in a gust of crisp autumn air before clicking shut. A dusting of flour floated from the counter as a warm cherry Danish was slid across the wax paper. "Did you hear about Arthur?" "The only thing I heard was the stand mixer running over the sound of him arguing with Margaret yesterday afternoon." "Well, he’s dead. Found him behind the diner this morning." "You’re joking. Arthur? But he was just in here buying his usual. Said he needed the sugar for a big meeting." "I never joke about murder." "Murder? I thought he just tripped in the alley." "His bespoke walking cane was shoved through his coat. Right into his heart. Chief Hansen has the alley roped off with yellow tape." "Good heavens. Margaret was screaming at him about the zoning board. You don't think she..." "She was in here buying a dozen blueberry muffins an hour before he was found. Looked calm as could be. Though she did ask for extra crumble on top." "That woman always did like her sweets." "Careful. That’s exactly the kind of gossip that gets you a poisoned pastry."