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The brass bell above the door jingled, letting a crisp autumn breeze slice through the warm, cinnamon-spiced air of the *Crumb & Kettle*. Behind the gleaming glass display case, two dozen freshly glazed blueberry scones sat entirely untouched. "You really shouldn't have put the scones out today." "The Sheriff cleared my kitchen at dawn. My flour is clean, and I have rent to pay." "Arthur Pendelton dropped dead face-first into one of those exact pastries yesterday morning." "Arthur had a ticking time-bomb of a heart and terrible manners. Besides, the town gossip says it was poison. Cyanide smells like bitter almonds, and I strictly bake with vanilla." "Then why did I find an empty vial of almond extract in your alley recycling bin five minutes ago?" "You were digging through my trash? Have you completely lost your mind?" "Keep your voice down, the Mayor's wife is eyeing the brioche. Did you toss that bottle or not?" "I haven't touched almonds since the Founders' Day fiasco. Someone planted it." "I was hoping you'd say that. Pour me a dark roast, lock the register, and tell me who else has a key to your back door."