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"The scone recipe has changed again." "It always has, Martha. That’s the beauty of it." "But the cardamom? It’s distinctly bitter." "Not bitter. Spicy. You’re tasting the heat." "That’s not cardamom. You’ve hidden something in the dough." "I bake bread, not secrets. The town knows that." "The town knows you baked a batch for the sheriff today." "The sheriff buys his own muffins. He doesn’t take bribes in cinnamon swirls." "Then who ordered the special loaf? The one marked with the blue ribbon." "Blue ribbon? That was the Tuesday shipment." "Tuesday was yesterday. The body was found this morning in the park." "The sourdough starter? It’s alive, isn’t it?" "Stop changing the subject while the oven cools." "The starter has been breathing for ten years. It doesn’t care about dead bodies." "Did you see that stranger? He was asking about the flour supply." "He buys flour. We sell flour. Simple math, simple profit." "Then why is he wearing dirt on his shoes from the north trail?" "Bakeries need fresh ovens. The north trail is cold. You smell smoke, Martha?" "No. Just almond extract and dust." "Good. Then go finish your tea while I count the cash." "And the missing ledger?" "The ledger is in the safe. Like always." "I found an extra sack. In the back room." "Dust, Martha. Just old flour. Don't worry." "It smells like fear. And burnt sugar." "Go home. The oven is closing down for the night."