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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung heavy in the humid air of The Golden Crust. Dust motes danced in the shafts of morning light hitting the flour-dusted counters. "You can't possibly think he did it." "The evidence is right there in the frosting, Martha. Who else has a grudge against the mayor and a penchant for arsenic?" "Now, don't be absurd. Arthur wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone the man who regulates the zoning laws for the town square." "He was seen arguing with him behind the gazebo just an hour before the gala began." "They were discussing the annual hydrangea competition. It’s a passionate rivalry, nothing more." " Passion is exactly what leads to poisoning the lemon tarts." "You’ve been reading too many of those paperback thrillers. Now, do you want the sourdough or the rye?" "I want the truth, and perhaps a chocolate éclair." "The éclairs are sold out. The sheriff bought a dozen this morning. He seemed quite agitated." "Exactly. The plot thickens, and my stomach is growling."