The Muffin Man ✓

At The Bakery

Harry and Emma were sitting in Louis' hot tub right across from Louis and his two ding a lings from his commercial.

"So," Louis drew on his Cuban cigar. "You're seriously letting those two yahoos in the business?"

"We don't have a damn choice," Harry said. "They not only found our special weed, they managed to somehow get into our special room and swipe one of our tapes. They threatened to show it to God and the world."

"Yeah?" Louis leaned forward. "Which tape?"

Emma lowered her eyes. "The one you saw last weekend."

"Oh my God!" Louis slid back. "You're screwed good."

"I know, right," Emma rolled her eyes. "Out of all the tapes they would pick that one."

"Well," Louis pointed his cigar at them. "I would advise the two of you to go along with the Horans. Niall is a genius with the growing, a real Farmer Brown, you won't be disappointed there."

"I sure hope you're right," Harry said. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Hey," Louis said. "If it all goes down, they'll be busted before you will."

"I almost got caught by Payne the other day." Harry whined. "My good luck streak was almost over."

"Don't worry about Payne," Louis said. "He's a trigger happy idiot. Just concentrate on the product."

Louis was right. For the next couple of months things have been quiet. The Styles and the Horans had set up their garden in the basement of the bakery. Niall bought all the equipment and the chemicals needed. He helped fix an alarm system from the bakery to the basement.

"If there's any trouble here," Niall said as he showed them the button up in the bakery. "all you have to do is push this button. That will give us a heads up in the basement."

"I like it." Emma said.

Harry got stuck with the big bill, much to his delight. (sarcasm moment)

Their alliance proved to be very fruitful. The product grew quickly and plentiful. It was more than the Styles had dreamed of.

"I have to admit," Harry said to Emma late at night with the window closed, locked and covered to keep out any blackmailing leprechauns. "They are doing great with the gardening. I've never seen anything like it."

"Yeah," Emma agreed as she snuggled close to him. "They weren't kidding, they really know their stuff. But I still don't know if I can trust them."

"Me neither. They're a couple of dumbasses." Harry said. "But don't worry, we'll still keep skimming off the top. They won't be taking a lot of the money."

"Damn right they won't," Emma said. "We'll make sure that if they go down they won't be taking us with them."

Liam and Zayn went to pay a visit to the Muffin Man Bakery. They hoped to get some results from this investigation.

When they stepped inside the first thing they noticed was the smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries. Several customers were in line at the counter or seated at the small tables enjoying their meals.

"Hello, welcome to the Muffin Man Bakery," said a voice nearby. It was Ariana Horan wearing an apron and holding a tray. "Would you like to try our special today?"

"Maybe later," Liam flashed his badge. "We're from the Sunnyville Police. We're looking for the owners Harry and Emma Styles."

The detectives didn't miss the guilt and fear in Mrs. Horan's eyes. "Oh crap it's you." she muttered.