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The bell above the door of Honeycrust Bakery jingled in the cold morning air, and the smell of cinnamon rolls still warm from the oven met them like a welcome. "You are up before the sun, that is suspicious in itself." "I could not sleep. Did you lock up last night?" "I thought I did. The back door was open when I got here." "And the blueberry pie is missing." "From the cooling rack?" "From the front case. Left a clean plate, which is politely criminal." "Anyone in town who hates blueberry pie enough to steal it?" "No, but someone loves Mrs. Pemberton's recipe enough to take it." "The recipe was in the drawer, under the register." "It still is. That is the strange part." "Then what was taken?" "Look by the flour bins. Tell me what you see." "A scuff, a dropped glove, and... is that butter on the floor?" "Melted butter, dragged toward the alley." "Whoever came in did not come for pie at all." "They came to make sure we smelled something sweet." "And to leave the back door open for someone else?" "Exactly. Lock that door now, and put the kettle on. We have a mystery to solve before opening."