The bell above the bakery's door jingled as the two women stepped inside, the aroma of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. "Did you hear about the mayor's wife? Apparently, she was caught sneaking around town late last night." "Really? I'm not surprised. That woman is always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong." "Exactly. And you know, I saw her near the old abandoned mill just the other day. What do you think she was doing there?" "Probably trying to uncover some juicy scandal, as usual. That woman has her nose in everyone's business." "Well, I hope the poor mayor doesn't have to deal with any more of her nonsense. He's had enough to worry about with that recent string of thefts in the area." "Mmm, yes. It's a shame, really. I heard the bakery down the street was hit just last week. Such a shame, their pies are to die for." "Oh, how awful! I do hope they catch the culprit soon. This town has seen enough drama as it is." "Tell me about it. Speaking of, did you see the new woman who moved into the old Johnson place? I hear she's been asking all sorts of questions around town." "Really? I wonder what she's up to. This town doesn't take kindly to outsiders sticking their noses where they don't belong."