The bell above the door chimed as fresh aromas wafted through the small bakery, mingling with the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones from outside. "Did you hear about old Mr. Henley? They found him in his study—poor man.” “Shame, really. But you know, I always thought there was something off about that room. Too many books for secrets not to hide there.” “There’s talk about a missing will, could stir up quite the squall around here. His relatives are vultures for sure. Do you think there's really a hidden will?” “Wouldn't surprise me. They say he was as eccentric as they come. Speaking of which, have you noticed that peculiar nephew of his? Came into town just last Tuesday, and suddenly, Mr. Henley is gone.” “Gives you goosebumps, doesn’t it? But speaking of arrivals, what’s with the new pastry chef here? They say she’s from a big city patisserie. Such talent could surely turn this old town around.” “Oh definitely. But she’s a sharp one for sure. Barely a day here, and she’s already noticed how that clock behind the counter is fifteen minutes slow. Surprising what fresh eyes can see.” “Just makes you wonder, doesn’t it? What more she might uncover besides secret recipes?”