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cocky smile. “Save some other poor customer from having to endure them.” Then he paused and looked around. “Although…it doesn’t look like you have any other customers, does it?"
    I was just about to come up with a withering reply when the front door bell tinkled and a woman walked into the store.
    “Actually,” I said in a smug tone, “It looks like we do.”
    I turned to the woman and smiled. “Welcome to Bundt Baby . What can I get for you today?”
    “A quote would be nice, “ the woman said. “I’m from San Coronado Local News Four. Patsy Blaire.”
    I looked at her in surprise. “You’re Patsy?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself.
    “Ye s? Do we know each other?” she asked giving me a dazzling smile.
    I really had to find out who everyone’s local dentist was.
    “No, we don’t,” I said, then I bent down to straighten my little cakes. When I stood up I noticed Mr. Evil was looking from me to Patsy and then back again. His piercing green eyes looked thoughtful, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d guessed the reason for my strong reaction—That Patsy was the perky newswoman who’d stolen my journalism job away from me.
    Well, okay, she didn’t actually steal it, it was more like she got it and I didn’t, but still, I couldn’t help resenting her for it. Especially since she was exactly the type of perky, feisty news woman I was pretending to be when I auditioned for the job.
    “So!” Patsy said. “How do you feel about your boss being charged with murder?”
    I looked up to see that a cameraman had entered the store and was now filming my every move.
    I stared, dumbstruck. Then I regained my voice. “Babette hasn’t been charged. They just brought her in for questioning.”
    “Hmn. Obviously you haven’t seen the latest news.”
    As if on cue, Nana and Birdie came buzzing out of the back room, not even pretending to not have been eavesdropping. “Did someone say ‘charged with murder?” Nana asked sounding horrified and excited at the same time.
    "Is there news?” Birdie asked.
    “Oh yes there is,” Patsy said, pulling out her iPad . “I have it right here. This is from my eleven a.m. news broadcast.”
    Nana, Birdie, Mr. Evil and I all crowded around to watch as she played her latest news update of the Delilah Wiggins murder.
    On the screen, the fast-paced newscast music played, then the anchorman introduced the story and the image cut to Patsy, who was standing outside the police station, looking at the camera. In a serious voice, she informed the viewing audience that Daliah had been poisoned by a Cyanide-laced cake at a bridal shower.
    At that point the image cut away and played some cell-phone footage from the bridal shower . Babette was handing Delilah the gluten-free Bundt cake and telling her she hoped she choked on it. .
    “Oh, look honey, you’re on TV,” Nana said, stroking my hair proudly as we watched—though how she could even notice me there, in the background of the film, with only my arm and shoulder showing, was beyond me. Must be a grandmotherly thing. 
    “Rosie looks so lovely in white. Doesn’t she Casey?” Nana asked with a smile.
    “She does,” Casey said, watching the footage intently. “Lovely left side.”
    I rolled my eyes at Casey who was obviously putting on his ‘charming’ act for Nana and the others, and which unfortunately seemed to be working. Nana smiled pleased and Birdie patted my shoulders, mumbling something about star quality.
    I shook my head and looked down at the iPad, trying to focus on what Patsy was saying on the screen. “And so, the owner and proprietor of Bundt Baby , Babette Berwick was arrested this morning for putting Cyanide, in the form of Bitter Almond oil, into the frosting of the gluten-free cake she made especially for the victim, who, rumor has it was sleeping with her husband.”
    “See?” Patsy said to me when she turned off the iPad. “I told you. Babette was arrested.”
    I nodded. I