Flour dusted the air, clinging to the sunlight streaming through the bakery window and creating a shimmering haze over the rows of neatly iced cupcakes. The aroma of fresh bread and rising dough hung thick, a stark contrast to the tension as thick as buttercream that filled the room. "Oh, goodness. Is that a scream I hear?" "Just surprised. Don't worry, I haven't murdered anyone...today." "Good to know." "The pastries are flying off the shelves!" "Yeah, well, worry less about what happened before noon and more about the fact that..." "It happens every morning, it's not just today." "Well, I haven't died today." "Of course not. They haven't arrived yet. It was six this morning, half an hour before opening, when it was supposed to happen. Today, was it..." "Too early to even think about deleting my social media profile?" "Now you're just teasing. Six bodies in six days… that’s… remarkable." "Six bodies, three trucks, and a whole lotta customers asking for 'freshly baked treats for the Detective's office'. Business has never been better, has it?" "Probably because you only bake-sweet goodies." The partialingetinged air in the bakery seemed to crackle with the hint of laughter – an absurd sound against the backdrop of the quiet morning and the fragrant, warm display case.