The bell above the door jingled cheerfully as two women stepped into the warmth of Millie's Bakery. Delicious scents of cinnamon and vanilla enveloped them instantly. "Mmm, doesn't that smell heavenly?" "You're telling me. I can already feel my determination to stick to that diet crumbling." Chuckling, they made their way to the counter, admiring the mouthwatering array of pastries and breads. The elderly woman behind the glass case beamed at them. "Well, if it isn't my two favorite customers! What'll it be today, dears?" "I'm tempted by those lemon bars, but the double chocolate brownies are calling my name." "Why don't you get a couple of each? That way, you can sample both." "Millie, you're an enabler of the worst kind! But you know what? I'm going to take your advice." As the woman behind the counter carefully boxed up the treats, one of the friends leaned in conspiratorially. "Did you hear about what happened over at the community center last night?" "No, what?" "Apparently, there was a break-in. The place was ransacked!" "You're kidding! But who would do such a thing?" The baker shook her head sadly as she handed over the package. "Such a shame. This town used to be a peaceful place."