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The scent of cinnamon and baking apples hung heavy in the warm air, mingling with the soft chime of the front door bell. "I still say it fell out of the upstairs window." "Cats don't just drop antique pocket watches, Beatrice. Especially not ones that belong to the town treasurer." "Well, it landed right in the middle of my morning sourdough. That has to mean something." "It means we're going to have a very awkward conversation at the town council meeting tonight." A flour-dusted hand slid a heavy ceramic plate across the glass counter, right next to a gleaming brass timepiece resting atop a warm cherry galette. "Should I wrap this to go, or are we eating the evidence right now?" "Cut me a slice. If we're going to solve a murder before teatime, I’m going to need extra butter." "It's not a murder yet." "Give it twenty minutes. Arthur hasn't had his morning pastry, and he's looking peaky by the lamppost."