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The brass bell above the door of The Buttercup Bakery jingled, letting in a gust of crisp October air that mingled with the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and proofing yeast. Behind the gleaming glass display case, rows of apple fritters sat beside towering pastel cupcakes. Near the register, two heads leaned close over a pink pastry box. "Did you hear about Arthur Pendelton?" "Everyone on Main Street has heard by now. Face down in his prize-winning begonias." "They’re saying it wasn’t his heart this time." "Well, a missing rolling pin rarely points to natural causes. Make sure my blueberry scone has the lemon glaze, not the plain." "I threw in two, fresh from the oven. Do the police have any leads?" "Sheriff Brody was sniffing around Evelyn’s porch an hour ago. Apparently, she delivered a peach cobbler to Arthur right before sunset." "Evelyn? She’s seventy years old!" "She also has a wicked temper and desperately wanted his spot on the Autumn Festival committee." "You don't really think she did it?" "I think anyone who uses margarine in their pie crust is capable of cold-blooded murder. Keep the change, dear. I have some snooping to do."