The bell above the door tinkled, announcing a customer to the already fragrant shop. The aroma of sugar and yeast hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the sharper tang of lemon. “Morning! What can I tempt you with?” “Morning, Millie. Just a loaf of your sourdough, please. It’s the only bread my husband will eat these days.” “Say no more, Mrs. Higgins. He’s got good taste, I’ll give you that. Anything else? Lemon drizzle cake, perhaps? Still warm from the oven.” “Don’t tempt me! Although…” “One slice won’t hurt, and besides, you’ll need your strength.” “Oh? And why is that?” “Haven’t you heard? There’s a new detective in town, sniffing around those burglaries.” “Goodness me. Perhaps that lemon drizzle isn’t such a bad idea after all.”