The bell above the door chimed as it swung open, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Inside the cozy bakery, the smell of freshly baked goods filled the air. Two women sat at a small table in the corner, sipping on their coffee and nibbling on a blueberry muffin and a cinnamon roll. "I can't believe it's already October," the first woman said, her eyes scanning the display case filled with fall-themed treats. "Next thing you know, it'll be Christmas." "I know," her friend replied, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll. "But at least that means pumpkin spice lattes will be back. Although, I have to say, this cinnamon roll is pretty close to perfection." As they continued to chat, a tall man wearing a detective's badge entered the bakery. He scanned the room, looking for someone in particular, and his eyes landed on the two women in the corner. "Excuse me, ladies," he said, approaching their table. "Do either of you know anything about a missing person? A woman named Emily Johnson?" The women exchanged glances, both looking slightly confused. "I'm sorry," the first woman said. "I don't think I know an Emily Johnson." "Same here," her friend added. The detective nodded, jotting something down in his notebook. "Alright, thank you for your time. If you hear anything, please let me know." He turned to leave, but the first woman called out to him. "Detective, do you need any help? We live here, we might know something." The detective paused, considering her offer. "That's kind of you," he said, finally smiling. "I appreciate it. My name is Detective Roberts, by the way." The women introduced themselves, and the detective left the bakery, his investigation still ongoing. As he walked out the door, the bell chimed once more, signaling the arrival of another customer. The women returned to their conversation, their coffee cups steaming in their hands, unaware of the mystery that had just walked through their door.