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The bell jingled, cutting through the aroma of burnt sugar and rising yeast. Flour dust swirled in the morning light behind the counter. "You're early. The cinnamon buns aren't glazed yet." "I didn't come for buns. I saw Arthur's terrier wearing a diamond collar this morning." "Arthur? The man who lost his pension to a phishing scam?" "The very same. Guess whose initials were on the clasp?" "Don't tell me. Mayor Higgins?" "Worse. Your sister's." The oven timer shrieked, startling a flock of sparrows outside. A tray clattered, puffing white powder into the air. "Impossible. She's been in Vermont since Tuesday." "Is she? I just bought a scone from her back door. She went pale when the cruiser rolled past." "Did she mention the missing recipe box?" "She clutched her apron pocket like it contained the crown jewels." "Hand me that whisk. We were kneading dough all morning. Hide the ledger." "The one with the jam stains?" "The one with the dates. Someone's been cooking the books along with the pastries, and I fear the secret ingredient is arsenic."