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plausible, but seems a little far-fetched don’t you think?” Davies asked.
    “No, I don’t,” Caraleigh answered. “Not only that, but I can prove I didn’t break in. I have an airtight alibi.”
    “Oh?” Davies’ brows raised a fraction of an inch.
    “Yes. I was at the television station WOKQ talking to Pierce Daniels about a segment they are doing on my bakery. About a dozen witnesses can verify I was there until midnight. My brother can verify I came straight home after the interview.”
    Davies whipped out her cell phone and tapped a note into it. “I’ll have to verify those. Where can I find your brother?”
    “We’re new in town, so we’re sharing an apartment at the Westlake Village. Number twenty-ten. His name his Harvey Brewster.” Caraleigh said indignantly.  
    “Okay, I’ll check up on this and get back to you … both of you.” Davies turned to leave.
    Lexy glared at Caraleigh for a few seconds before following Davies to the door.
    “Oh, and detective?” Caraleigh yelled after them causing Davies to turn around. “Next time, you should think about doing a more thorough job before accusing innocent people. I don’t appreciate it and if it happens again … I’ll have your badge.”  
    Lexy bit her lip at Davies’ outraged look, but the detective didn’t get a chance to say anything before Caraleigh opened her mouth and spoke again, this time to Lexy.
    “And you, Ms. Baker, better mind your own business … while you still have a business left to mind.”

Chapter Six

    Lexy struggled to keep a lid on her anger as she stomped back across the street to her own bakery. The back door hung open and she bent down to inspect the area around the lock, now covered with black fingerprint dust. She’d have to call someone to have it replaced right away.
    “How did it go? Did she confess?” Cassie stood in the doorway eyeing Lexy and Davies excitedly.
    “No, she denied it. Claims she has an airtight alibi,” Lexy said rolling her eyes.
    “I’ll be checking that out today,” Davies said. “In the meantime, you guys are free to clean all this up and get back to business as usual. We dusted the lock for fingerprints, but I doubt we’ll get anything from it.”
    “That’s all you’re going to do?” Lexy stared at Davies.  
    “Well, since there was nothing stolen, there’s not much for us to do.” Davies looked at the broken door, then out into the back parking lot. “We’ll try to figure out who broke in, but unfortunately, in the grand scheme of things, this is going to be a very low priority.”
    “But what about the ring?” Lexy asked.
    “We’ll keep that as evidence while I check out Caraleigh’s alibi.” Davies looked at her watch. “I gotta run, but I’ll try to swing by tomorrow with an update.”
    “At least she’s not quite as abrasive as she was the last time you had to deal with her,” Cassie said as they watched Davies retreat to her car.
    “Yeah, but it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be very helpful,” Lexy added.
    “She’ll come through once Caraleigh’s alibi doesn’t pan out,” Cassie said.
    “Will it not pan out though? Caraleigh seemed pretty confident.”
    “But we know she did it—”
    The bells jingling on the front door interrupted Cassie, and Lexy’s spirits picked up. “Sounds like we have a customer!”
    The girls rushed to the front room. Lexy felt a minor tinge of disappointment to see Nans, Ruth, Ida, and Helen come through the door instead of the throng of paying customers she was hoping for.  
    “Did I just see the police leaving here?” Nans asked.
    “Yes.” Lexy told her about the break-in and their suspicions it was the bakery owner across the street.
    “What makes you think it was her?” Nans asked.
    Cassie and Lexy exchanged a sheepish glance. “We kind of heard her say that she needed to get in here.”
    “Kind of?” Nans’ brows creased as she eyed Lexy.
    “We took a little trip over there last night to