The soft aroma of freshly baked bread filled the cozy, bustling bakery. Delicate pastries and decadent cakes sat temptingly in a display window, drawing tourists and locals alike. Among the flurry of activity, two figures huddled over a steaming cup of coffee by an empty table. "We need to find something else," one said, stirring their coffee with a spoon. "The recipe's been discovered, remember? We can't rely on our wine cellar and locked doors to protect us now. It's a stroke of bad luck, that's what it is." A nod of agreement echoed the other's sentiment. "That's why we have to step up our investigation," the other responded, their voice tinged with determination. "It's just a matter of time before the murderer shows their hand again. We need to be ready, with a plan." "But what do we do? We've hit a dead end," came the reply, frustration in the tone. "Is there anything else we haven't explored yet?" "Look around," countered the other, moving their coffee cup slightly. "Aside from the obvious, there are smaller details we might have overlooked. That new pastry chef>'); could be our key. She's the newest addition to the staff, and rumors are flying around." The friend's face brightened as the idea took shape. "That's true. I overheard a few customers talking about her; everyone seems to be praising her pastries yet acting wary at the same time. There's something they're not telling us. Maybe she knows something we need to uncover."