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"Did you dust extra powdered sugar on the bear claws, or are you trying to hide a crime scene?" "Keep your voice down. The wall-to-wall flour dusting isn't a cover-up, it’s a necessary distraction." "A distraction from what? The fact that Chief Miller’s heirloom pie dish was found behind the hardware store?" "It was carefully placed on top of the recycling bin, thank you very much. There’s a distinct difference." "Not to the Chief. He’s convinced someone in Blueberry Glen is deliberately sabotaging Saturday’s Charity Bake-Off." "Well, if someone wanted to sabotage the event, they wouldn't steal a ceramic dish. They’d swap the sugar for salt. Which, by the way, is exactly what happened to Mrs. Gable’s famous blueberry scones yesterday afternoon." "Wait—salt? I thought the poor woman had just finally lost her touch." "Her touch is fine. Her competitive streak, however, has made her a target." "So we’re looking for a rival baker with a grudge and a pocket full of iodized salt?" "Or someone who really, really wants that gilded spatula trophy on their mantel." "Hand me the cinnamon. If we’re going to solve a pastry-based felony before the seven o'clock rush, I’m going to need a warm cinnamon roll first." "Only if you promise not to spill crumbs on the mugshots."