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The scent of warm cinnamon and toasted pecans filled every corner of The Daily Glaze. Rain tapped rhythmically against the glass front, where hand-painted gold letters announced the morning's specials. "He couldn't have bought the sourdough at seven." "How can you be so certain?" "Because Martha buys the last loaf every morning at six-thirty on the dot. If he had a round of sourdough at seven, he didn't get it from the display case." A copper bell chimed above the door, letting in a swirl of chilly autumn air before settling back into silence. "Or someone handed it to him under the counter." "In this town? People guard their carbohydrates like family heirlooms." "What about the flour dusting on his velvet collar? Was it whole wheat or unbleached?" "Rye. Dark, stone-ground rye. And there is only one oven in Maple Hollow that fires up dark rye on a Tuesday." A timer dinged softly in the back kitchen, followed by the rich aroma of melted dark chocolate. "The mayor’s private kitchen." "Bingo." "So he was at the estate long before the alarm went off." "Either that, or the killer has a terrible habit of baking while committing a crime." "Now that is a recipe for disaster."