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"You're up early," Marnie said, not looking up from the proofing dough. "Couldn't sleep. Someone left a note on my windshield last night." "Saying what?" "Just three words. 'Stop asking questions.'" "Which questions?" "That's the thing. I haven't asked any yet." Flour dusted the counter in soft white drifts. Marnie pressed her knuckles into the dough, slow and deliberate. "Then maybe you should start with the cinnamon rolls. Mrs. Halvorsen ordered two dozen for the funeral, and she's been in here three times this week asking if they're ready." "Funerals don't usually come with that kind of urgency." "Hers did. She paid cash. Upfront." "Did she say who died?" "Her husband. Three days ago." A pause. "He was alive when she placed the order." The oven timer clicked. Neither of them moved toward it. "Marnie, what aren't you telling me?" "Only that the bakery's back door was unlocked this morning. And I always lock it." "Did you check the cash drawer?" "Didn't need to. The receipt tape was already torn off, and somebody left a cinnamon roll on the windowsill. Still warm." "Who would do that?" "Someone who knew we'd notice."