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Sunlight streamed through lace curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing above the glass display case. The air hung heavy with the comfort of vanilla bean and buttery croissants. A ceramic mug clinked softly against a saucer. "You heard about the mayor?" "Hard not to. His blueberry scone was still warm when they found him slumped over the gazette." "Poison?" "Arsenic, they whisper. Hidden right in the center of the raspberry jam." Silver tongs clattered against the counter, sending a puff of flour into the light. "That's impossible. I made that batch myself at dawn. Tasted every spoonful for sweetness." "Exactly. Which means someone swapped the jar after you locked the pantry." "But only three people hold a key. Me, you, and..." "And the mayor's widow, who just breezed in and ordered six dozen red velvet cupcakes for the funeral." "She paid in cash?" "Crisp hundred-dollar bills. They smelled faintly of bitter almonds and expensive perfume." "Wrap those cupcakes in the blue boxes. I'll call Sheriff Miller before the cream cheese icing sets." "Make it quick. She's returning at noon to 'taste test' the filling." "Then we'd better ensure the Sheriff gets the first bite."