Waldman When Grandfather dropped off the Aldens at Sweets, Alicia, Mrs. Waldman, and Mama Tova were busy getting ready for the day’s business. Outside the store, on the sidewalk near the newly planted flowers, Jessie took out her notebook. “I think we should review our suspects and then come up with a plan to stop this thief.” “Our first suspect is Mr. Kandinsky,” Henry said. “He wants an excellent cupcake for his factory,” Violet said. “But I don’t really think he’s the one trying to take the recipe. If he was going to steal the recipe, he wouldn’t need to have a cupcake contest.” “I see your point.” Henry replied. “Mr. Kandinsky isn’t entering any cupcakes in the contest himself.” “Sounds like he’s not a suspect anymore.” Jessie drew a line through Mr. Kandinsky’s name as Henry asked, “Who’s next?” “Mrs. Waldman,” Jessie said. “It’s still very suspicious that she had flour all over her when I saw her that night. Maybe we’ll understand it a bit better after we talk to her about it.”
