It was a Mystery for the Ages this morning at 7th and Montana as a hooded figure arrived on the scene and ordered an Apple Fritter. "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?," I asked Barista Veronica. She laughed, knowing my opinion of the Fritters, but I was dead serious. "Who," I wondered, "would actually order one of these things ... and for what nefarious purpose?" I followed the hooded figure -- a woman in her early thirties -- around the store, trying to catch a glimpse of her ... and overheard her telling someone that the Fritter was for her mother. I don't know about you, but I feel a case of Double Indemnity coming on ...!