The bell above the door jingled as Doris stepped into Cinnamon Swirl Bakery, the enticing aroma of freshly baked pastries enveloping her. She walked over to the glass display case, her gaze lingering on a cinnamon roll the size of a plate. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite detective," came a cheerful voice from behind the counter. "The usual?" Doris turned to smile at Becca, the bakery's owner. "You know it. But can I get a mocha to go with it today?" "In a flash." Becca busied herself making the coffee while Doris watched the gentle clatter of the cash register. "Paula saw you at Carla's wake," Becca said. "She mentioned you're working the murder case." Doris stiffened slightly. "That's right. Rumor travels fast around here." "Oh, everyone's buzzing about it. Poor Carla, how awful. Have you made any progress?" Doris took her latte and cinnamon roll from Becca, inhaling deeply before taking a bite. "Just starting to piece it together. Nothing to report yet." She paused, chewing slowly. "Though I will say, the bakery trail has already proven... illuminating." Becca raised an eyebrow as she wiped down the counter. "Wait, what? Since when did crackers and granola become murder weapons?" Doris merely smiled and took another sip of latte as she contemplated her next move.