The bell over the bakery door jingled, sending a swirl of cinnamon scent through the air. "Back again? You’re the only one brave enough to try the new scones twice." "Well, I have to solve the mystery. Last time, I tasted lemon, but there’s something else." "Could be the secret ingredient. Or maybe you’ve just got detective taste buds." "Don’t tease. You know someone’s been swapping the sugar for salt. I nearly spat out my muffin yesterday." "I told Mrs. Dobbs to watch her elbows. But, honestly, half the town’s got a key to that pantry." "Oh, don’t remind me. I wish the culprit would just confess. Or at least stick to the bran muffins. No one likes those." "What if it’s sabotage? The garden club’s bake sale is tomorrow. Jealousy’s thicker than this icing." "Let’s not jump to any wild conclusions. Although, I did see Tommy lurking by the supplies after closing." "Tommy can barely tie his shoes." "He can untie laces just fine. I caught him with Mrs. Finch’s carrot cake last week. Pieces went missing." "Hmm. So the plot thickens—and so does the dough. Pass me another scone. I’ll investigate every last crumb if I must."