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The scent of warm cinnamon and browned butter hung thick in the morning air. Flour dusted the wooden counters like fresh snow, settling over the cooling racks of cherry danishes. "Did you notice the red mud on his boots?" "I was too busy staring at the missing tart." "It was not just a tart. It was the exact same blackberry recipe Mayor Higgins ate right before he collapsed at the gazebo." A silver bell chimed above the oak door, but no one walked in. The crisp autumn wind rattled the windowpanes, shaking the glass display case of pumpkin muffins. "You really think someone is trying to frame the bakery?" "I think someone knew he would stop here for his usual morning stroll." "But we have not baked that specific glaze in weeks. The berries are completely out of season." "Exactly. Which means whoever left it on the counter brought it from outside." "We need to call the sheriff right now." "Not yet. Look closely at the lace napkin under the porcelain plate." "Is that a reserved train ticket?" "To London. Dated for tomorrow morning." "Then we had better start packing our bags, because the killer is leaving town."