The scent of warm cinnamon and fresh bread enveloped them as they stood at the counter, the clink of china and quiet chatter filling the quaint little bakery. “Did you notice anything odd about the cake?” “Odd? It tasted lovely. But now that you mention it, the icing did have a peculiar swirl.” “I thought so too! Almost like someone had tried to hide something beneath it.” “What could be hidden in a cake, Agnes?” “Remember the secret recipe contest last week? Marjorie has been acting rather secretive ever since.” “You think she’d go to such lengths to sabotage the entries? Seems a bit far-fetched.” “Far-fetched or not, every cake went missing after the contest. Except hers.” “Perhaps she found herself in a sticky situation.” “Very funny. But I believe there's more than icing to unravel here.” “How do you plan to prove it?” “I’ve seen her eyeing that new delivery boy suspiciously. A few more cinnamon rolls might loosen his tongue.” “Agnes, you and your schemes. One of these days…” “I’ll crack the case before you. Now shush, here comes Marjorie.” “Afternoon, ladies! A fresh batch of raspberry scones, just for you!” “Afternoon, Marjorie! I trust your cake’s hiding nothing?” “Nothing but sweetness, as always.”