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The morning cinnamon rolls had just begun to glaze when the kitchen door swung shut. "You're holding that whisk like the coroner will need to pry it from your fingers." "And you're hovering like a guilty conscience. I don't keep those in the pantry." "The sheriff was here at dawn, poking through the recycling bin with a flashlight." "Probably hunting stale croissants for his evidence locker." "Probably hunting poison. Everyone saw the judge clutch his throat after sampling your gingersnaps." "Half this town ate my gingersnaps yesterday. Shall I line up the entire Rotary Club?" "Just tell me you didn't replace the cane sugar with something leafy and highly illegal." "This recipe hasn't changed in forty years. Not by a single pinch." "Funny. That's how long Edith swore she'd make you sell this brick building." Steam hissed from the cappuccino machine while flour dust danced in the window light. Outside, a terrier barked at a pigeon near the lemon bars. "Is that an accusation?" "It's an observation. Sugar-dusted and impossible to miss." "Nothing about yesterday feels obvious. Pass the vanilla extract, please." "Only if you promise to bake a rock-solid alibi into tomorrow's blueberry muffins." "Deal. Now get out before these scones start holding press conferences."