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The scent of cinnamon and melting butter always hung thick over the counter at Sugar & Spice. "Is that real vanilla bean I smell, or just wishful thinking on a Tuesday morning?" "A little of both, provided the wishful thinking comes with extra glaze." "You always say that." "And I’m always right. Though I did hear a rumor that the butterscotch tarts are currently plotting a coup against the blueberry scones." "Nonsense. The scones have the neighborhood council in their pocket. Besides, nobody crosses Mrs. Gable." "True. Did you see her at the garden club meeting yesterday? She practically glared a hole through the mayor's petunias." "Oh, she’s been testy ever since her prize-winning marrow disappeared from the county fair." "A stolen marrow? Good heavens. Sounds like a case for the local sleuths." "We don't have sleuths in Oakhaven, dear. We just have people with too much time and a very sharp curiosity." "Well, pass the tongs. I’m starting with the tarts. Let the scones defend themselves."