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them. He chuckled at his own pun, shook his head and went to work.
    He checked the perimeter of the building and the garbage cans searching for possible evidence. So far their graffiti artist had hit abandoned buildings on the outskirts. This was his first foray into town. He was escalating. That was never good.
    And it was the same artist. They all had a signature style and this one even signed his work.
    It was too much to hope that he’d find an empty spray can with fingerprints. It wouldn’t help them unless the culprit had been arrested before, but if they managed to come up with a suspect, it would link him, or her, to the crime.
    It was slow going, but when Jed was satisfied he’d found all the evidence there was to find, which wasn’t a heck of a lot, he went to the front door of the business and knocked. It took a few moments, but Ryland finally answered.
    “You done yet?” Jed asked.
    Ryland hesitated and all Jed’s senses went on alert. He studied his friend and colleague, but said nothing.
    “No. I haven’t had a chance to question her yet. She’s in the bathroom.”
    Jed nodded. “I’m done outside. Just copy me your report when you’re done with it. I’ll send you what I’ve got.”
    A woman approached them, offering her hand. “I’m Rhiannon Sparks.”
    “Jed Bearson.” He stepped forward and took her proffered hand. “Nice place you’ve got here.” And that was nothing less than the truth. He’d shopped here a few times himself, buying things for his mother for her birthday and last Christmas. Rhiannon carried a wide variety of books, giftware and jewelry.
    Pride filled her gaze as she glanced around the shop. “Thanks.”
    Jed nodded and then turned back to Ryland, noting how his friend was watching the pretty Ms.
    Sparks. Seemed to Jed that Ry might have more than a professional interest in her. Well, well. That could prove interesting.
    “I’ll start talking with the neighbors to see if anyone heard or saw anything.” He glanced back at Rhiannon and nodded. “Ms. Sparks.” Turning on his heel, he headed back outside and closed the door behind him.
    There wasn’t much he could do until the other businesses opened for the day. He climbed in his vehicle and headed to Clancy’s Bakery. They would be open for business by now and he could grab a fresh cup of coffee and a warm blueberry muffin before he took statements.

    Maggie rolled out of bed ready to put the night before completely out of her mind. “Candle magick and erotic fantasies. What a combination,” she muttered as she finished loading her cereal bowl into the dishwasher. The cottage might be old, but her grandmother had kept her kitchen updated.
    Bride O’Neill had loved to cook and bake.
    Maggie wished she were better at it.
    “No time like the present.” One thing about living alone was that she’d gotten into the habit of talking to herself. “Maybe I need to get a cat like Rhiannon. Or maybe a dog.” That way she could at least pretend she was talking to them.
    She rubbed the back of her neck. The movement caused her sweater to rise, brushing over her breasts.
    She sucked in a breath and ignored how sensitive they were this morning. Last night’s erotic fantasies had left her feeling…horny was the only word for it. All that talk over at Rhiannon’s place last night about needing to get laid had sent her libido into overdrive.
    “Bake,” she reminded herself. Going over to the hutch in the dining room, she opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around. She wasn’t looking for a cookbook, but her grandmother’s notebook.
    “Where is it, Gran?”
    She shoved aside several files filled with recipes torn from long-gone magazines, two mismatched placemats and a yellowed tablecloth before she found what she was searching for. The green-covered notebook was tattered and worn, but to Maggie it was gold. This was where her grandmother kept all the family recipes.
    “Yes.” Maggie pumped the fist of her free