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The bell over Huckleberry Bakery jingled, but the morning rush was already gone. A single cherry pie sat on the cooling rack, untouched, with one perfect slice missing. "She never leaves a pie unfinished. Not like that, not Ms. Abernathy." "Maybe she finally decided to taste her own medicine? Extra sugar, extra judgment?" "That isn't funny. She ordered this yesterday for the historical society meeting. Paid in advance. And her tote bag is still here." "Okay, okay. So where is she? She was supposed to pick it up at eight." "That's just it. The back door was unlocked when I came in. And look—" "Are those footprints? In flour?" "Size ten men's boots. Ms. Abernathy wears a six. And there's a smear of raspberry jam on the handle, but this is a cherry pie." "So someone who wasn't supposed to be here took a slice of a pie that wasn't theirs, and left through the back?" "And Ms. Abernathy, who never misses a sunrise or a chance to complain, is missing. You need to call the sheriff." "I'm already dialing. And I'm saving this slice as evidence. Sort of."