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"You're late," Maggie said, not looking up from the tray of cinnamon rolls. "The rain started early. Half of Elm Street flooded." A pause, then the bell over the door jingled again. "Is that the good flour?" "Is there any other kind? Hand me the sifter." "Here. Did you hear about Walter Finch?" "Everyone's heard. They found him in the back of the hardware store, bread knife still in the drawer where he kept it." "Bread knife? Maggie, that's our knife." "It's the one missing from the rack since Tuesday. I noticed it this morning." "Then someone in this kitchen is lying, or someone was in here after close." "Or someone wants us to think so." A tap of a spoon against the rim of a bowl. "Walter came in every Friday for a cherry turnover. He never once paid in full." "He always left a dollar extra in the jar, though." "Did he? Check the jar, then." A long silence. The oven timer began to tick. "Maggie. The jar's empty." "Then we'd better start asking who else knew Walter liked his turnovers warm."