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The scent of almond extract and browned butter hung thick beneath the copper bells above the shop door. A metal spatula scraped against a cooling rack, rhythmic and deliberate. "He took three almond scones. He never takes the almond." "Maybe his palate finally matured." "At sixty-four? Not likely. And he was carrying an umbrella." "It’s pouring outside." "A dry umbrella. Wrapped tightly in butcher’s twine. Who binds an umbrella with twine unless they’re hiding what’s tucked inside the silk?" A fine mist of powdered sugar drifted over a tray of warm raspberry tarts. Outside the leaded glass window, the town square lay quiet beneath the autumn drizzle, save for fresh tire treads scarring the vicar’s prize-winning lawn. "Did you happen to look at his boots?" "Red clay. Straight from the old mill pond road." "The very road the sheriff taped off before dawn?" "The exact one." "Well. That rather complicates things regarding the mayor’s missing ledger, doesn't it?" "Dreadfully so. Hand me the ground cinnamon, would you? If we’re going to meddle in a suspicious death before the noon rush, the cardamom braids still need to be in the oven."