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The bell at Willow Lane Bakery tinkled before sunrise, while frost patterned the windows and Main Street lay quiet outside. “You are here early, even for you.” “I could not sleep. The smell from your ovens drifted clear to the library steps.” “That would be the cinnamon rolls. Or the blueberry scones, both dangerous before coffee.” “Have you decided about the other thing?” “The flour delivery?” “The body behind the flour delivery.” A tray rattled beyond the counter, beside sacks of sugar and a chipped teapot. “There was no body. There was a very dramatic mannequin from the dress shop.” “With ketchup on its apron?” “Raspberry jam. Half the town makes it for the Harvest Fair, remember? This was a rather elaborate prank.” “Then why was the back door locked from the outside?” “Why does everyone in town know about my back door?” “Because your lemon tarts win prizes and gossip travels faster than the church newsletter.” “If I tell you the spare key is missing, will you panic quietly?” “Only if you give me a warm roll first. For courage.” “Deal. But if the sheriff comes asking, you were never here.” “In this town? Sweetheart, I am never anywhere, and somehow I see everything.”