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The aroma of spiced cardamom and warm butter always masked the town's darker secrets. Flour dusted the marble counter like fresh snow. "Three cinnamon knots and the truth about last night at the marina." A wooden rolling pin thudded firmly against chilled pastry dough. "The knots are fresh out of the oven. The truth is considerably staler." "Martha claims she saw the mayor’s sedan parked near the old boat slip at two in the morning. With the headlights off." A sharp cloud of powdered sugar rose as the sifter shook over a tray of eclairs. "Martha needs a stronger prescription for her bifocals. And less time peering through her lace curtains." "He wasn't alone." The rolling stopped. "Did she see who was in the passenger seat?" "Only a flash of yellow wool. Just like the scarf Clara was wearing before she vanished from the harvest festival." A warm bakery box slid across the glass case, the sweet glaze glistening under the morning sun. "Take the pastry. Leave the gossip before the sheriff walks in for his bear claw." "You know something, don't you?" "I know the dough rises better when the door stays closed."