In the small town bakery, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries wafted through the air. The bell above the door jingled as it swung open, and a customer entered. "Good morning!" called the older woman behind the counter, her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the oven. "What can I get for you today?" The customer stepped up to the counter, her gaze scanning the rows of baked goods. "I think I'll have one of those strawberry cream cheese danishes, please." "Coming right up," the woman said, reaching for a danish. As she wrapped it in paper, she asked, "Did you hear about that new book by Elizabeth Pennington? I read it last night, and I must say, it was quite a page-turner." The customer raised an eyebrow. "Elizabeth Pennington? I've never heard of her. What's her writing style like?" "Oh, she's wonderful," the woman replied. "Her cozy mysteries are just the right mix of suspense and charm. I always find myself guessing whodunit until the very end. She's quickly becoming one of my favorites." The customer smiled and took her danish. "I'll have to check her out. Thanks for the recommendation." "You're welcome!" the woman said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I hope you enjoy the danish as much as I think you'll enjoy Elizabeth Pennington's books." As the customer exited the bakery, the bell above the door jingled again. The woman turned to greet the new customer, her eyes scanning the room for any potential leads or clues in her ongoing quest to solve the town's latest mystery. Little did she know, the stranger who had just entered might hold the key to unlocking the case...