"Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson's missing cat?" "Missing? I thought she just found it yesterday." "That's what she said, but now it's gone again. She swears someone took it." "Who would steal a cat in this town? Everyone knows everyone." "Exactly. That's what makes it so strange. And you know what else? I saw Mr. Jenkins lurking around her house last night." "Mr. Jenkins? The retired librarian? He wouldn't hurt a fly." "Maybe not, but he has been acting odd lately. Always mumbling to himself and carrying that old briefcase everywhere." "That briefcase is full of crossword puzzles, nothing sinister." "Still, it's peculiar. And then there's the matter of the broken window at the general store." "Broken window? When did that happen?" "Last night, around the same time Mrs. Thompson's cat went missing. Coincidence? I think not." "You're starting to sound like one of those detective novels you love so much." "Maybe, but something's not right. And I intend to find out what." "Well, if anyone can solve this mystery, it's you. Just be careful. This town has more secrets than it lets on." "Don't worry. I've got my eyes and ears open. Now, how about a cinnamon roll to fuel my investigation?" "Make it two. I have a feeling we're going to need all the energy we can get."