"Mornin'! What can I get for you today?" "Just a cup of coffee, please. Black." "Coming right up. Quiet today, isn't it?" "Sure is. Not a single soul on Main Street." "Strange, isn't it? Ever since that new bakery opened across town, it's been as quiet as a mouse around here." "You think that's why?" "Could be. Their pastries are good, I'll give 'em that. But there's something... off about the place." "Off? How so?" "Can't quite put my finger on it. Just a feeling I get. And I'm not the only one. Old Mrs. Jenkins swears she saw a light flickering in there late last night." "Late? Like, after closing?" "Exactly. And it wasn't the first time either." "Sounds fishy." "That's what I thought. You think I should look into it?" "Might not hurt. After all, this is our town. We oughta know what's going on." "You're right. I'll start asking around. Discreetly, of course." "Good idea. Just be careful, alright?" "Always am. Here's your coffee. On the house today." "Thank you. And good luck." "Thanks. I have a feeling I'm gonna need it."