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Cinnamon and toasted pecans drifted from the ovens, wrapping the little shop in a comforting embrace. "I'm telling you, Chief, Mrs. Higgins didn't poison the parish rector with a snickerdoodle." "Nobody said anything about poison yet, Clara. The coroner's still running tests." "Tests schmetics. The man practically inhaled his body weight in gluten every Sunday. Besides, her meringue peaks are stiffer than his sermons." "That isn't exactly a rigorous alibi." "It's about respect for the craft. And speaking of craft, did you sample the lemon tarts I dropped off at the station?" "Subtle, Clara. Extremely subtle." "Bribery is such an ugly word. Let's call it community outreach. Now, are you going to arrest my best customer, or are you going to help me frost these cupcakes before the morning rush?" "I am on duty." "You're also standing in front of the pastry case blocking traffic. Apron on. Top shelf." A heavy sigh rattled the glass display counter, followed by the definitive rustle of starched cotton. "If I get flour on my uniform, you're paying for the dry cleaning." "Only if the tarts don't convince you of her innocence."