"Looks like Mrs. Tindle's at it again, huh?" "Her lemon scones or her gossiping?" "Both, if you ask me. Heard she spotted Mr. Finch sneaking out of the back door at midnight." "Finch? The librarian? No way. Midnight’s way past his bedtime." "Maybe he was returning some overdue books!" "I doubt it. Can you keep an eye on the counter? I need more cinnamon rolls." "Sure thing. Here’s the tray of fresh muffins, by the way." "You’re a lifesaver. So, what else did Mrs. Tindle say?" "She insists she saw him carrying something wrapped in a blanket." "That’s peculiar. Wasn’t there a break-in at the historical society last week?" "That’s right. Old maps went missing—Mrs. Tindle would be the first to know if they found anything." "Interesting. Do you think Finch could be involved?" "He’s always struck me as an oddball, but a thief? Hard to say." "Well, I suppose we’ll just have to keep an eye on him. Here, taste this lemon curd—new recipe." "Oh, that’s divine. If Finch did steal those maps, maybe he’s on the run with them." "In Willow Creek? Where would he hide?" "A good mystery, isn’t it? Thanks for the lemon curd. We should get Mrs. Tindle her scone before she starts a rumor about us!"