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# Crumbs of Truth The bell above the door chimed as she stepped into Rosemary's Bakery, the smell of cinnamon and warm bread wrapping around her like a blanket. "Fresh scones just out of the oven. Earl Grey or blueberry?" "Blueberry, please." A pause. "You heard about Gerald Finch's collapse at the town council meeting?" "Three people collapsed from those meetings. The question is why only Gerald died." Two small tongs pressed the scone into a paper bag. "Was he eating something at the time?" "A cup of coffee. From the pot someone brought in." "You know, that's funny. It was Sarah Whitfield's pot. And she brought it specifically for Gerald, even though nobody else wanted any." The bakery case door clicked shut. "Also funny — Sarah was seen dropping something small into Gerald's car cup holder earlier that morning. I happened to notice through the window." "How do you know it was small?" "Because her fingers were pinched together like she was holding a pea."