The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as the two women stood at the counter, their friendly banter echoing off the tiled walls. "They say Mrs. Danvers was found facedown in her blueberry pie." "Blueberry pie? How fitting for the town's most renowned baker." "It's a shame, really. I heard she won first prize at the county fair three years running with that recipe." "Her pies were legendary, but I always suspected she had a secret ingredient." "Secret ingredient? Like what?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a dash of arsenic?" "Poison? You can't be serious!" "Well, it would explain why her pies were so addictive." "You have a twisted mind, you know that?" "I'm just saying, it's awfully convenient that she keels over right before the big baking competition." "So, what are you implying? That someone wanted to eliminate the competition?" "Stranger things have happened in this sleepy little town." The women paused as the bakery owner approached, a knowing smile spreading across her face.