“Did you hear what happened at the old mill last night?” “Not another ghost story, please. I can’t take any more of those.” “No, this is real! Mrs. Whittaker said she saw a shadow darting between the trees.” “Shadow? That could just be a raccoon. You know how my imagination runs away with the wind.” “True, but it’s the third strange occurrence in a week. First, the missing cat, then the broken fence, and now—” “Come on. We’re in Maplewood. Nothing suspenseful happens here except for the occasional cupcake competition.” “Or the town meetings where everyone argues about the best pie recipe.” “Oh, don’t forget the heated debate over the Christmas lights!” “Yet, nobody takes the missing cat seriously, do they? What if someone’s up to something?” “Like what? Sneaking into backyards to steal cats? That sounds like a terrible movie plot.” “You’re not taking this seriously. I mean, it is a cozy mystery waiting to happen.” “All right, detective, what’s your brilliant plan?” “With my keen sleuthing skills, I’ll bake something irresistible to lure out whoever is behind this. How about a cat-themed cake?” “Now, that sounds delicious! But will it bring back Whiskers?”