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Warm cinnamon and toasted pecans filled the air, thick enough to taste. A golden tray of scones slid onto the cooling rack with a metallic clatter. "Did you hear about Old Man Higgins's prize-winning orchid?" "The one that miraculously went missing right before the flower show?" "Stolen, more like. And I know for a fact Arthur was near the greenhouse last night." A damp sponge wiped down the marble counter, leaving a streak of floral-scented moisture in its wake. "Arthur can barely walk his golden retriever, let alone scale a glasshouse fence at midnight." "He doesn't need to scale anything if he has the spare key. Which, as it turns out, he bought off the blacksmith’s nephew." A powdered-sugar duster paused mid-shake, hovering over a fresh batch of blueberry tarts. "You’ve been snooping again." "I call it community oversight. Besides, Arthur was here at dawn buying six cream puffs. Who eats six cream puffs at seven in the morning?" "A man celebrating a newly acquired orchid, perhaps?" "Or a man bribing the flower show judge." The brass bell above the front door chimed. "Check the coat rack. If he's wearing his yellow rain slicker, look at the hem." "For greenhouse mud?" "Precisely."