The bell above the door jingled as a gust of autumn air swept into Sweetie Pie's Bakery. The aroma of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the cozy space. "Well, if it isn't Nancy Drew herself! What brings you sniffing around my humble establishment today?" "Very funny, Marge. I'm just here for my usual blueberry muffin and a coffee." "Mhmm. And I suppose that has nothing to do with poor old Mr. Jenkins' missing cat?" "Can't a girl just enjoy her breakfast without being accused of sleuthing?" "Not in this town, honey. Not when that girl is you." The cash register dinged as Marge rang up the order. She leaned in close, lowering her voice. "Between you and me, I did see something strange last night when I was closing up." "Oh? Do tell." "A figure in dark clothes, skulking around the alley behind the shop. Looked like they were carrying something... bulky." "Interesting. Did you get a good look at their face?" "Afraid not. But I'd bet my secret pie recipe it has something to do with that cat." "Well, Marge, looks like I'll be having my muffin to go. Thanks for the tip." "Just don't go getting yourself into trouble, you hear?"