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J.J. entered through the back door and was greeted by the aroma of roasting chicken. He closed and locked the door, then scanned the counters. Nearly every surface was covered with some kind of dish. There were two baskets of muffins, chocolate cake and pineapple upside down cake, pumpkin and apple pies, four crocks full of chocolate chip cookies, and several containers with various types of chopped vegetables.
He gave a low whistle, drawing the attention of Carli and Fiona, who had their heads together over a stack of papers at the end of the island. “Was it a particularly slow day with the phones, or did Susie Homemaker move in while I was in the barn?”
“A little of both,” Carli admitted as she glanced around. “I was worried about stuff concerning people and events I have no contro
