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The scent of cinnamon and melting butter always clung to the lace curtains of Honeybee Bakery, thick enough to chew. "You're using the old aunt's blackberry preserves again, aren't you?" "Only because the new batch didn't set right. Besides, nobody complains about the extra cloves." "Except for the Mayor, and he complains if the sun comes up too loudly." "Let him chew on a dry scone then. Have you heard who’s moving into the old lighthouse keeper’s cottage?" "Only gossip. Something about a collection of taxidermied owls and a very suspicious amount of luggage." "Taxidermied owls? In Oakhaven? Good grief, the knitting circle is going to have a field day with that." "Better them than the sheriff. Though, honestly, I hear the crates arrived marked from Amsterdam." "Amsterdam. Honestly. Do you think it’s diamonds, or just very expensive tulip bulbs?" "Knowing our town? Probably counterfeit cheese and a corpse." "Pass me the powdered sugar, would you? And keep your voice down. Mrs. Gable is by the window, and she reads lips as fast as she reads obituaries."