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“Can I get a dozen of those apple fritters? The ones that Mrs. Henderson always bought.” “I’m sorry, dear. Those were a special order. She’s not… well, she’s not coming in for them anymore.” “Not coming in? Since when?” “Since last Tuesday. Right about the time the fire station got that anonymous call about the old Miller place.” “You don’t think she had anything to do with that, do you? She’s practically a saint.” “A saint who was seen arguing with Eddie the night before. Loudly. In the back room here.” “Arguing? About what?” “About a batch of sourdough starter. Eddie claimed she stole his recipe. Mrs. Henderson said it was her grandmother’s. But that starter wasn’t either of theirs. I’ve been a baker for forty years. That starter came from a town two hundred miles away, from a bakery that burned down last spring.” “That’s… specific.” “It is. And now Mrs. Henderson is gone, and Eddie’s been skulkier than a cat in a rainstorm. These fritters are on the house. I don’t want them going to waste.”