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The scent of cardamom and roasted pecans hung heavy in the warm air, mingling with the soft hiss of the espresso machine. "You really expect me to believe Arthur dropped dead into his own signature sourdough?" "With a face full of flour, yes. Though the police are calling it suspicious." "Suspicious? Arthur's bread is a hazard, but hardly a weapon." "The coroner found nightshade in the starter." A pair of flour-dusted fingers paused over a tray of iced cinnamon rolls. "Nightshade? In a heritage loaf?" "Right beside the rosemary." "Well. That explains why his last batch tasted bitter. I thought he’d simply botched the ferment again." "Someone wanted him out of the baking competition. Permanently." "At his age? The man’s biggest rival was seventy-five and used a walker." "Never underestimate a passionate baker." "True. Pass me the nutmeg. If the festival judges are coming tomorrow, we need a distraction. And perhaps a less lethal loaf."