A soft hum of casual conversation could be heard in the air as she stepped into the cozy town bakery. The scent of freshly baked goods filled her senses and calmed her nerves as a swirl of chattering voices filled the space. Dappled sunlight streaming through the corner window made it difficult to see beyond the people who funneled in and out in search of a sweet treat. Amidst the warm commotion of the day, her focus turned towards the bustling counter – sprawling with imaginatively named pies, eye-catching rainbow cakes, and even a bright, unhurried jelly donut – just waiting to be noticed by the townspeople. Before long, though, her eyes also settled on a familiar face in the midst of it all. "Hey Miss Bailey," a cheery, shop-girl's voice greeted, as a wisp of dark hair swept elegantly over her brow. The esteemed Miss Bailey's heavy gaze shifted from the beautiful display to the young woman who seemingly conversed with her best friend each time she peeked through the kitchen door. The cherished detective's eyes sparkled with excitement now, a conspiratorial gleam no one else could quite spot. "Ah…the newest batch of coffee meringues has arrived. Thank you for teaching me this lovely trick of waiting by the glass display. It opens up untold possibilities." With a small knowing nod, Miss Bailey and the sweet-tempered bystander acknowledged their shared understanding with a smirk. In this simple exchange, it seemed as though they had managed to uncover something much larger in this small town – something that could only be discovered at the heart of a new mystery.