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"The blueberry muffins are a disaster, and I’m quite certain someone tampered with the oven dial." "Or perhaps you’re losing your touch, dear. That, or the local gossip is finally getting to you." "It isn’t gossip when the flour sack has been sliced open with a pairing knife. Look at the jagged edge by the counter." "An accident. A clumsy intern, surely." "We don’t have interns. Just you, me, and the ghost of the sourdough starter. And the starter didn't develop a sudden taste for vandalism." "You’re being dramatic. It’s just a bit of spilled dust. Pour the coffee and let’s open the doors; the morning rush doesn't care about a ruined sack of flour." "The door was unlocked when I arrived. I know I bolted it last night. I keep the key under the ceramic rooster." "And the rooster is still there, isn't he? Staring with those judgmental glass eyes. Stop pacing and slice the cinnamon swirl. If someone is lurking, they’ll want a piece of that before they strike again." "You’re remarkably calm for someone who might be baking murder into the morning spread." "It’s a cinnamon swirl. It covers a multitude of sins."