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... “I know all three victims visited this bakery,” Oluchi said. “We tracked the trail here. But no witnesses. Just the same free treat. A pink-frosted cookie found in their stomachs post mortem.”
Efe blinked. “People like cookies.”
Oluchi leaned over the counter. “Do you ever taste your own cookies?”
The girl smiled, soft and almost sad. “Yes. How else would I know my recipe is perfect?” ...