The Silver Tart – Part One

Gache sat in his office, the sights and smells of the recent crime scene still very fresh in his mind. He had left when the Muffin Squad turned up, flashing their badges and taking authority over the case. Even though he knew the Mayor was right now fighting against the Muffin intrusion, Gache knew he would not get very far. This was not the first time ‘The Slicer’ had committed his unique and ghastly crime sprees, but by Hot Cross Buns Gache swore this would be the last. But he knew that if the Muffin Squad was investigating all the future held was twelve more dead cakes and no answers.Read More »

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Inspector Gache – A Taster if you will

It was rare for it to rain in Cake Stand City, but tonight the rain lashed down hard and battered the streets. Inspector Gache sat in his small home, eyes glued to the drops of rain, waiting for the knock on the door he knew would come. It was not that he was superstitious, he just knew rain instilled a primal fear in the residents of this great city. For as a wise but often deranged Fruit and Nut loaf once said ‘no one likes a soggy cake’.

He didn’t have to wait long for that knock. He walked slowly to his door, grabbing his rain jacket of yellow icing on the way. Opening the door he had expected one of the many Constables to be waiting for him, instead he found himself looking at the Mayor; an odd Raisin Cake who verged on the larger side and whose well known disposition and fondness for rum had made him one of the few cakes alive to permanently add an ingredient to his mix post bake. Still, the Mayor was a shrewd character who was not known for running his own errands, especially not alone.
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