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"Someone's been in the flour again," Marjorie said, squinting at the open sack by the back door. "Could be the delivery boy." "Tommy wouldn't leave the lid off. He's particular about that." "Then maybe Gus came by early. He's been sniffing around since the Hendricks funeral." "Gus Hendricks couldn't find his own nose with both hands." A pause, the sound of a wooden spoon tapping the rim of a bowl. "Look at this, though. Footprints. Small ones, in the dusting." "Small like a child's?" "Small like a woman who wears expensive shoes and thinks she's being careful." "You think it's Vivian?" "I think Vivian ordered three dozen lemon tarts for a party that was cancelled a week ago. And I think she paid in cash and asked me not to mention it to anyone." "Did you?" "Only to you, dear. Which is why we're going to keep it between us until I figure out what she needed the flour for." The oven timer chimed. Neither of them moved toward it.