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The bell over the door of Buttercrust Bakery jingled as the morning rush settled into whispers. "You heard about Harold Pemberton, didn't you?" "Found dead behind his own garden shed. Face down in the petunias." "Petunias? I heard it was the compost heap." "Either way, the man's dead, and Sheriff Dolan is calling it a heart attack." "Harold had a heart like an ox. He ate three of my maple scones every morning for twenty years." "That's not the defense you think it is." "The point is, someone wanted him gone. He was about to change his will, you know." "Everyone knows. His nephew's been circling like a gull on a chip." "And then there's the missing recipe box." "What recipe box?" "His mother's. Sourdough instructions older than this town. Worth a fortune to the right collector." "You're telling me someone killed him over bread?" "I'm telling you the oven in his kitchen was still warm when they found him. And Harold never baked on Tuesdays." "...It was Tuesday." "It was Tuesday." The coffee pot gurgled. Outside, rain speckled the window, and somewhere in Millbrook Falls, a murderer was enjoying a fresh loaf.