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The bell over the door chimed just as Marigold pulled the last tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven. "You're up early," the detective said, shaking rain from his coat. "Or did you never go to bed?" "Bread doesn't care what time it is." She slid the rolls onto the cooling rack, careful not to meet his eyes. "Coffee's on the back counter. Help yourself." "Thanks. Your sign says you open at seven." "It's six-fifteen. I'm not open. I'm baking." "Mm. Funny thing about baking. The flour's still on the floor by the back door, and someone wiped the counter in a hurry." "Maybe I had a clumsy morning." "Maybe." A pause, the clink of a spoon against ceramic. "Eli Hart came in yesterday asking about you. Said you two had a falling out over the lease." "Eli says a lot of things." "He's also missing a ledger from his office. Found it in the trash behind this building." The oven timer buzzed. Neither of them moved to silence it. "Then you'd better ask me something real," she said quietly, "instead of circling."