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The warm scent of yeast and cinnamon folded around the small space as the cash register drawer slid shut with a gentle chime. “You’ve been staring at that scone for five minutes. It’s not going to confess.” “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right question. Baked goods are excellent keepers of secrets.” “That’s ridiculous. It’s a currant scone, not a confidential informant.” “The last person to buy one of these was Jasper Finch. Ten minutes later, he found Mrs. Henderson’s cat, and twenty minutes after that, he discovered the library’s missing endowment check in a hollowed-out copy of *War and Peace*.” “That’s called a coincidence.” “That’s called a Tuesday. This town runs on coincidence and caffeine. I’m just trying to figure out which scone holds today’s mystery.” “You think a pastry is going to tell you who spray-painted the mayor’s garden gnome?” “I think the blueberries in the muffin are telling me it was someone with a grudge and access to neon orange paint. Don’t you find it suspicious that the bakery is the only place in town that sells those specific muffins?” “I find it suspicious that you’ve had three cups of tea and are now interrogating my display case.” “One lump of sugar, or two? Your answer may be used as evidence.”