"One coffee and a chocolate croissant, please." The bell jingled as the glass door closed behind the customer. Willow, the bakery's owner, nodded and started preparing the order. "Pretty busy today," she said, glancing at the growing line. "I know, right? Someone must have spread good word about our new chocolate croissants!" replied her assistant, Elizabeth, while frosting a cupcake. "So, did you find out anything new about the museum robbery?" "Not much. The police are still investigating, but no leads yet," said Willow, pouring steaming coffee into a cup. "Mmm, it's a real shame," Elizabeth sighed, pausing her icing. "I hope they catch the thief soon." "Do you think it's just a random burglary or something more sinister?" Willow mustered, handing the customer their order. "Well, it's our quiet little town," Elizabeth said, wrapping the chocolate croissant in a paper bag. "Who would've thought a bunch of local businesses would get robbed one after another?" "True. It's like a scene straight out of a cozy mystery novel." Willow giggled and rang the cash register. An older lady in a tweed coat who had been patiently waiting in line cleared her throat. "Excuse me, dearies. I'd like an almond croissant and a cup of Earl Grey, please." The women apologized and turned their attention to the new customer. As they prepared her order, they couldn't shake the feeling that the robberies were just the tip of the iceberg in their seemingly idyllic town.