“Did you hear what happened at the old mill yesterday?” “Not a peep. What’s the gossip this time, Felicity?” “They found a body, right in the flour room. Can you imagine? All that dust and then—bam! A mystery to spice up our town.” “Stop it! You’re making me choke on my blueberry muffin. Who was it?” “Mr. Thompson, the retired teacher. They think he was snooping around investigating the ghost story.” “Of course he was! I told him those were just spooky tales to scare the kids. Paranormal activity? Hardly. More like a raccoon rummaging through the trash.” “Kind of fitting though, right? A schoolteacher chasing ghosts. Makes for a proper tale.” “Unless it turns out he tripped over a sack of flour and knocked himself out. That would really take the fun out of our cozy little town!” “Don’t be so serious! We’ll need to help figure this out. You know the whole town will be buzzing.” “Oh, joy. Count me in! But let’s hope we don’t stir up any real trouble. I need my pastries in peace, thank you very much.” “Pastries and mysteries can go hand in hand. Just wait and see!”