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"You're late," Maggie said, not looking up from the cinnamon rolls. "The bakery's been open for twenty minutes. Nobody's dying of hunger." "Someone might be dying of something." Maggie slid a tray onto the cooling rack. "Did you see the Hendersons' car outside the church this morning?" "Half of Millbrook saw it. Harold's been parking there since the flood." "Harold doesn't attend services." "Maybe he finally found God." "Or he found the envelope Agnes was hiding in the hymnal box." Maggie wiped her hands on her apron and finally met the other woman's eyes. "She was counting cash last Sunday. Cash, Ruth. Who counts cash in a church basement?" "People with nothing to hide, and people who want you to think so." "Well, I'm not buying the coffee cake story anymore." "Good. Because the coffee cake's gone stale, and so is your theory." "Then why are you still standing in my kitchen?" A long pause. The oven timer ticked. "Because," Ruth said, pulling a crumpled receipt from her coat pocket, "this was tucked under the flour bin, and it's dated the night Agnes died."