"They found him this morning?" "Early, right behind the bakery. Hard to believe, isn't it?" "Dreadful. Who would do such a thing?" "That's what the Chief is trying to figure out. But the poor man was found face down in a pie crust. "A pie crust?" "Oh yes, a blueberry pie. Found amongst his ingredients, wouldn't you know. Nasty way to go, don’t you think?" "Well… I suppose you could say it's a bit avant-garde." "He wouldn't have been pushing up daisies at least. Always said he hated dealing with dirt." "I hear it's a lovely croissant," a chuckle rippled through the bakery, "The needle going straight to, well, you know." "Muffin, you’re getting morbid! It was just a touch, really. His death, you see, was by no means particularly cruel…but perhaps marriage is a step too far?" "I’d say so myself,” came the reply, laced with a cinnamon-sweet laugh. “In any case, would you like a taste of the infamous pie?" "Oh, maybe just a small bite…?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Raspberry Cream Dream was a catchy name, wasn’t it? Good thing Mrs. Nanotechnology decided to hold the tasting, or wouldn't it be a little suspicious to see him suddenly expire amidst a sea of sugar and flour. Perfectly awful croissants they're not particularly<em> his’</em>specialty that's for sure. "Especially for you?" "Well, that’s…forward.” "But delicious, wouldn’t you say? " A shiver ran down my spine. It wasn't the smell of the pastries that frightened me, and I did like a good mystery to unravel."