"Morning, Martha. Usual order?" The bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a regular customer. "Morning, dear. Yes, please. How's the investigation going?" Martha, the baker, asked, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. "Slow. Everyone's got secrets, but no one's talking." The customer sighed, leaning against the counter. "Well, you know what they say, 'Loose lips sink ships'." Martha chuckled, sliding a tray of fresh pastries into the display case. "True, but it makes my job harder. Any whispers around town?" The customer's eyes scanned the empty bakery. "Just the usual gossip. Though, I did hear old Mr. Jenkins was seen arguing with the new librarian yesterday." Martha raised an eyebrow. "Really? About what?" The customer perked up, pulling out a small notebook. "Something about a book, I think. But you know how Jenkins is, always grumbling about something." Martha waved a hand dismissively. "Thanks, Martha. I'll look into it." The customer tucked the notebook away, a determined look in their eyes. "And thanks for the pastries. You're a lifesaver." "No problem, dear. That's what I'm here for." Martha smiled, turning back to her work. The bell chimed again as the customer left, leaving Martha to her thoughts and the comforting aroma of fresh bread.