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taken quite a while for Mike to learn that things were more relaxed in Lake Eden, and the rules were tempered by common sense.
    When Hannah and Mike opened the back door of The Cookie Jar, a delightful scent rolled out to meet them. Hannah identified cinnamon, cardamom, and apples baking in what she was sure was a buttery crust.
    â€œMmmm,” Mike said with a sigh, taking a big gulpingbreath of the heady scent. “Nothing smells better than apple pie in the oven.”
    â€œThey’re apple turnovers,” Marge corrected him.
    â€œI know, Mrs. Beeseman. Hannah told me. But it smells like my mom’s kitchen during apple-picking season. She used to make at least a dozen pies a day.”
    â€œDid she sell them?”
    â€œNo, they were for the freezer. Apple pie was my dad’s favorite and he always wanted it for Sunday dinner.”
    â€œYour Mom must have used cinnamon, nutmeg, and cardamom,” Lisa told him. “That’s what Marge uses.”
    Mike shrugged. “I guess she must have because it sure reminds me of home. My mouth’s watering and my stomach’s growling, and I just had a full meal.”
    â€œMy stomach’s growling and my mouth’s watering, too,” Jack Herman, Lisa’s father, spoke up. He was a tall, silver-haired man in his sixties who’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease a little over two years ago. When Lisa had married Herb, Marge had given them her house as a wedding present. She’d moved in with Lisa’s father and had become his primary caretaker so that Lisa would be free to enjoy married life with her son.
    Normally, in a small town the size of Lake Eden, people would have voiced loud disapproval of a widow who moved in with a widower without benefit of marriage. In Jack Herman and Marge Beeseman’s case, there wasn’t a breath of censure, or even gossip. Everyone in Lake Eden liked Herb. He was their town marshal in charge of parking enforcement. And everyone thought Lisa was a sweet, selfless young woman for giving up her college scholarship to stay home and take care of her dad. Both Jack Herman and Marge Beeseman were respected members of the community, and if they wanted to share a house, that was fine with Lake Edenites.
    â€œYour stomach’s growling because you haven’t had supper,” Marge said, smiling at Jack. Then she turned to her sister Patsy, who also lived with them. “Don’t start thawing that next batch of puff pastry. We’ll take a break to eat and then we’ll get right back to it.”
    Hannah handed the bag of burgers to Marge, and then she turned to Herb. “How about Dillon? Is it okay if he comes inside for a cookie?”
    Herb glanced at Mike. “How about the health regulations?” he asked.
    â€œThey don’t apply to special needs dogs or police dogs,” Mike told him.
    â€œGreat! Will you open the door, Hannah? I’ll call him.”
    â€œSure, but he’s inside your cruiser.”
    â€œThat’s okay. The windows are down. Just open the door and watch what happens.”
    Hannah opened the back door. “What now?” she asked Herb.
    â€œNow I call him.” Herb pulled a silver whistle from his pocket and put it to his lips. Hannah listened but the whistle didn’t make a sound.
    â€œIs it broken?” Patsy asked.
    â€œNo, it’s a dog whistle. It’s such a high frequency humans can’t hear it.” Herb raised the whistle again. “Step aside, Hannah. He’ll come barreling in any second.”
    Herb blew the whistle again and Hannah heard a thump outside as Dillon hit the ground running. A second later he raced in the door, skidded to a stop in front of Herb, and sat down on his haunches.
    â€œGood boy!” Herb praised him. And then he patted Dillon on the head and scratched him behind the ears.
    â€œImpressive,” Mike said. “There’s only one thing I’m