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"You're late," Marnie said, not looking up from the tray of cinnamon rolls. "The rain got worse on Route 9. Half the county's flooded." Detective Holt set his umbrella by the door, dripping onto the mat. "Is that the good icing?" "Is there any other kind?" She slid a plate across the counter. "Sit. You look like you haven't slept." "I haven't. Did you hear about Bernice Vale?" "Everyone heard. Found face-down in her own proofing bowl at four a.m. Terrible way to go." "Terrible, yes. Convenient, maybe." A long pause. The oven ticked as it cooled. "You think someone wanted her dead in my kitchen?" "I think the back door was unlocked, and only three people have keys." "Four, if you count the landlord, and he's afraid of flour." A sharp laugh. "Ray, you can't seriously suspect me." "I don't suspect anyone yet. That's why I'm asking you to list who had reason to be here last night." "Bernice had reason to be everywhere. She threatened to sue me over a sourdough starter." "Did she?" "Last Tuesday. In front of the whole Thursday knitting circle." Holt pulled out a notebook and wrote, slowly. "Then let's start with the knitting circle."