The scent of cinnamon rolls filled the morning air as the bell above the door chimed. "Mrs. Henderson's usual?" "Actually, no. I need two dozen of those maple pecan tarts for the book club meeting tonight." "Two dozen? That's quite a change from your regular blueberry muffin." "Well, we're discussing that new mystery about the poisoned pastry chef. Seemed fitting." "Ah, the one where they used arsenic in the éclair filling? I just finished it last night. Never saw that twist coming with the sister-in-law." "Don't spoil it! Though between you and me, I have my suspicions about who done it in real life." "Real life?" "You know, Walter Pemberton. Found dead in his kitchen last week, face-first in a pie." "The police said it was a heart attack." "The police say a lot of things. But his wife bought enough rat poison to kill every rodent in three counties just two days before." "How do you know that?" "I was behind her in line at Henderson's Hardware. She seemed awfully chatty about her 'terrible mouse problem' for someone who keeps the tidiest house in town." "Two dozen maple pecan tarts, coming right up."