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“I swear, if one more person asks me if the snickerdoodles have arsenic in them, I’m going to add some.” “You’d have a line out the door. Free publicity.” “Not the point, Martha. I’m trying to sell baked goods, not become a crime scene.” A sugar-dusted hand nudged a porcelain plate across the counter. “Try the lemon bar. It’ll soothe your soul.” “My soul is beyond lemon. Did you hear what Harold said at the town meeting? That I’m the ‘last person to see Elvira alive’ because I sold her a blueberry muffin at six in the morning. A muffin.” “A very assertive muffin.” “It was a normal muffin!” A pause. The clink of a fork against the plate. “Then why’d you put rosemary in it?” “Because she asked for it! She said the usual was boring. Rosemary, lemon zest, a hint of hazelnut… it was inspired.” “And now she’s dead.” “People die after eating a lot of things. Doesn’t make the baker a suspect.” “No. But it makes the baker a very interesting plot point.” The speaker nodded toward the window, where Chief Butler’s patrol car had just pulled up. “Speaking of which.”