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The bell over the door jingled twice before anyone spoke. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, and the cinnamon rolls were still warm enough to fog the glass case. "You're up early." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the Hendricks' place." "Terrible business. Martha swears her husband's cake was poisoned." "The cake was fine. I tasted it myself the night before the party." "Then why did he collapse with a slice in his hand?" Flour settled on the wooden board as a rolling pin thudded down. "Because someone swapped the sugar for something sweeter." "Sweeter how?" "Ground almonds. Someone emptied the sugar canister and refilled it with powdered almond meal, then labeled the jar as cinnamon." "That's a rather specific bit of knowledge." "It's a rather specific bit of almond meal. Only a few people in this town ever buy it, and only one of them bakes for the Hendricks." A long pause filled the room. The oven timer ticked toward zero. "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting." "I'm suggesting you check the jar behind the flour, and I'm suggesting you do it before the police arrive."