The tinkling of the bell announced a new customer entering the bakery. "Welcome to Sweet Treats! Come in from the cold," Mille said with a smile, as she cleaned the kitchen counter one last time before closing up for the day. "My, is that a cheese danish?" A deep male voice asked, oozing with anticipation. "They're the best in town. I made them myself." Mille's pride was evident, as she glanced up at her customer. Her eyes, which usually shimmered with excitement, now sparkled in amusement at the sight before her. A tall, ruggedly handsome man stood before her, his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes making it hard to focus on the bread in front of her. "Well, in that case, you're going to have to make one for me. I'm parched after a long day out in the cold, chasing leads," he said gruffly, his rugged exterior belied by the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "And who may I ask are you chasing leads for, Detective?" "Detective Grayson," he clarified, taking a seat in one of the plush red leather chairs that graced the cozy little bakery. "I'm here investigating the theft of a priceless necklace from the Jones family estate." "Is that so?" Mille drummed her fingers on the countertop, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And I suppose you'd like a little bird to tell you which way the thief flew?" "Exactly," the detective nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Only, my little bird is a bit more corporeal than most." "Well, in that case," Mille continued, "you're in luck. I may just have heard a little 'tweet tweet' about a mysterious figure seen skulking about outside the Jones estate last night."