Hang on to your platelets, folks, there's a mystery brewing at Our Favorite Starbucks and something tells me it'll take a real Blood Hound to solve this one. Eland, our Friendly Neighborhood Author, was sitting near what appeared to be a congealed pool of blood at his table this morning. "Let me guess," I thought to myself, "Colonel Mustard in the Kitchen with the Candlestick?" But I didn't say anything. Afterall, everyone knows it takes a lot of Blood, Sweat and Tears -- and perhaps a Jelly Doughnut or two -- to get the creative juices flowing these days.