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The bell over the Sugar Crust Bakery jingled as dawn light spilled across the flour-dusted counter. "You're telling me they found him behind the old mill?" "Face-down in a flour sack, no less. Poetic, if you ask me." "Nothing about murder is poetic. Pass the cinnamon." "Fine. Ironic, then. He did try to buy this place out from under you last spring." "Half the town tried something last spring. That doesn't make me a suspect." "It makes you a person of interest. There's a difference." "Shouldn't you be frosting those cupcakes instead of reading the police blotter?" "The blotter's more interesting. Besides, I overheard something at the farmers market. The victim was seen arguing with someone. Yesterday morning. Right here." "Here? In my bakery?" "Mmhmm. Over a raspberry Danish, apparently." "That's absurd. Nobody argues over the raspberry Danish. The raspberry Danish is perfect." "Well, somebody did. And I think I know who." The oven timer chimed. Somewhere between the cooling racks and the coffee pot, the morning suddenly felt a good deal less cozy. "Tell me everything. But eat something first. You think better on a full stomach."