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The brass bell above the door of *Flour Power* gave a cheerful jingle, releasing a fresh wave of cinnamon and warm vanilla into the crisp autumn air. Behind the fogged glass display case, rows of glazed éclairs and pumpkin scones glistened under the soft amber lights. A lone ginger cat slept curled on a velvet armchair in the corner, entirely unbothered by the town's recent excitement. "I wouldn't touch the raspberry tarts today if I were you." "Oh? And here I thought your pastry chef was incapable of a bad batch." "The pastry is divine. It’s the arsenic that leaves a bitter aftertaste." "You can't be serious. Barnaby used raspberries from his own garden." " right next to the prize-winning hydrangeas his wife has been spraying for beetles all week." "Good heavens. Have you called the Sheriff?" "And ruin the morning rush? Besides, Arthur is currently on his third jelly doughnut in the back booth. I’ll tell him when he finishes his coffee." "You're dangerously calm about a potential homicide in your establishment." "It’s only attempted homicide, dear. Nobody’s eaten one yet. Now, be a darling and hand me those tongs. I need to swap the tarts for the blueberry muffins before the bridge club arrives."