The aroma of freshly baked croissants and cinnamon wafted through the small town bakery, enticing early morning customers to come in from the crisp autumn air. A warm fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting a golden glow over the rustic wooden tables and chairs. "I heard the police are interviewing suspects at the manor today." "Who do they think it was?" "No idea, but something tells me they won't find the killer anytime soon. I mean, that poor woman was found dead in the gazebo with a pastry stuck in her mouth." "Disgusting." "And apparently she was dressed as a giant cream puff. Can you imagine?" "Sounds like a real nutcase." "I heard she was seen arguing with the winner of last year's baking competition a few nights ago." "Oh, you mean Agnes?" "Yes. I heard she's been pretty bitter about losing ever since." "Maybe she took it a bit too far." "Well, I'm sure the truth will come out soon enough."