“Did you hear about Mrs. Henderson?” “She finally baked that infamous apple pie, didn’t she? The one everyone raves about?” “No, no. She was arrested! Right in front of the shop!” “Arrested? But for what?” “Apparently, someone found a hidden stash of—get this—cinnamon and cloves in her shed.” “I thought those were just her favorite spices!” “Exactly! But they’re also the same ingredients in all the recent break-ins.” “Wait, so you’re telling me she’s a thief? Mrs. Henderson?” “More like a suspected accomplice. People are saying she’s been in league with Chester.” “Chester the cat? Ha! That lazy furball couldn’t plan a heist if he tried!” “Not Chester the cat, you goof! Chester, you know—her nephew. The one who moved in last year.” “Oh! Him! But I thought they were just baking cookies together.” “More like plotting. I swear, I saw them whispering near the spice rack last week.” “Good grief! You think she’s in on it then?” “We’ll have to find out for ourselves. Fancy a fresh croissant as we investigate?” “I thought you’d never ask. And maybe we’ll get the scoop while we’re at it!”