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“I still say it was the sourdough starter that did it.” “You think everything comes down to bread.” “Because it usually does. That loaf she brought to the potluck? Flat as a pancake. A woman that proud doesn’t just show up with a failure unless she’s trying to tell us something.” “Or she just had a bad bake.” “She never had bad bakes. Not once in thirty years. And then, the morning after she’s found cold in her kitchen, her starter’s gone. Disappeared. Not a speck left in the jar.” “You think someone stole it?” “I think someone wanted more than a recipe. That starter was her grandmother’s. She kept it under lock and key. It was practically her third child.” A pause. The sound of a coffee mug being set down. “So you’re saying the murderer took her sourdough starter?” “I’m saying it’s the only thing missing. And when a woman like Martha is found with a bag of flour spilled on the floor, and a clean, empty jar on the counter… that’s not a kitchen accident. That’s a clue.” “You’ve been reading too many of your own books.” “And you’ve been eating too many of my cinnamon rolls. Now pass me the butter.”