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"Did you hear about Harold?" "The hardware store Harold? I heard they found him face-down in the community garden." "Not the garden. The flower bed right outside our front door. Where I usually display the day-old muffins." "You don't think someone—" "I think someone didn't want him judging the Spring Fling bake-off." "You can't seriously suspect foul play just because he gave your sourdough a three out of five." "It was a two! And he wrote 'adequate' in the margin. Nobody writes 'adequate' about my cinnamon rolls unless they're asking for trouble." "So you poisoned him?" "With butter? Please. If I wanted to take him out, I'd have used last week's fruitcake. That recipe could stop a heart at fifty paces." "This is a police matter, not a venue for your culinary grievances." "I'm the town baker. People talk to me while they wait for their croissants. They tell me things. Like how Harold was seen arguing with someone behind the church last night." "Who?" "That's what I intend to find out. Now hand me that piping bag. A man is dead, but the morning rush waits for no one, and neither does my reputation."