The sugary scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air as two friends stood behind the counter, sipping their morning coffee. "I'm telling you, Emily would never have intentionally poisoned someone in the bakery," one of them said, her voice laced with conviction. "But the cake was made here, and only Emily touched the ingredient that killed her," the other replied, her brow furrowed in concern. "That's just it – it was an accident! She must have grabbed the wrong container. Happens to the best of us," a pause followed by a determined statement "We can't be talking about murder, not here in Willow Creek. We have to think about the timing – this happened right after Emily discovered the secret recipe book had gone missing." "A secret recipe book, you say? Now that's a motive. But wouldn't someone have just demanded the book or threatened Emily to hand it over? This whole thing reeks of something more sinister." "Agreed, but what's the connection between Emily and that new outsider in town? Have you talked to Mayor White about asking some questions?"