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The blueberry scones sold out before noon. “That’s the third time this week. People are either planning a picnic or hiding them for later.” “They can’t be hiding them. The trays are empty, not crumbs.” “Then maybe the new delivery man is taking samples.” “He’s polite. Too polite for a thief.” “Polite people can steal just as well as rude ones, especially when they know where the flour is kept.” “Flour? You’re talking about scones, not a bakery.” “I’m talking about evidence. Look at the counter. There’s a trail of crumbs leading to the back door.” “The back door sticks. It should have left marks.” “It did. And someone oiled it last night.” “You saw the oil can?” “Not the can. The smell. Lemon oil. The same kind Mrs. Pickett uses on her quilt.” “Mrs. Pickett is eighty and has no use for blueberry scones.” “No, but she has a grandson who works at the delivery depot.” “Maybe he simply liked the scones.” “Then he should have paid for them.” “He could have paid in compliments. She always gives a free one to anyone who calls her scones ‘clouds with butter.’” “Nobody called them clouds.” “Then why are they gone?”