The sweet aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air as the morning sun streamed through the bakery's large windows. The sound of gentle chatter and clinking cups filled the cozy space. "I heard she was seen arguing with the judge just hours before the murder." "I know, it's hard to believe. Poor thing was always getting into trouble." "But was it enough to kill over? I don't think so." "Well, someone thought it was worth it. And now she's the prime suspect." "Ridiculous. She's many things, but a killer? No way." "What about the rumors about her and the judge's son?" "Those were just rumors. And besides, he's a grown man. He can take care of himself." "I'm just saying, she's got a history of making poor choices. Maybe this time it caught up with her." The bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a new customer. The conversation paused as the baker, a warm smile on her face, greeted the newcomer.