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The bell above Crumb & Honey's door chimed as the morning fog pressed against the windows. "You're here early." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what they found behind the mill." "The flour delivery?" "The body, Margaret. The body." A tray of scones slid into the oven with a metallic scrape. "Lower your voice. Mrs. Peabody's only two stools away, and she hears everything." "She's ninety-three." "She heard the Hendersons arguing through a wall last week." Steam curled from two mugs of tea pushed across the counter. "Did you see who it was?" "That's just it. I did. And you're not going to like it." "Try me." "It was Edgar Finch." "The Edgar Finch? The one who left town eleven years ago with half the church fund?" "Same one. Wearing the same terrible hat, if you can believe it." A pause. The oven timer ticked. "Nobody's worn that hat since the harvest festival." "Exactly. So either Edgar came back, or someone wanted us to think he did." Outside, a shadow passed the window and lingered. "Margaret. Lock the door." "But the scones—" "Lock it. Now."