The bell above the door chimed as a woman in a fluffy scarf and oversized sunglasses entered the small town bakery, taking in the aroma of freshly baked goods. A cozy fireplace roared in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the vintage wooden shelves laden with pastries, cookies, and cakes. The baker, apron-clad, wiped her hands on a towel before approaching, a warm smile showing dimples in her cheeks. "Howdy, Mary! Your usual truffle brownies today?" The woman nodded, her sunglasses slipping down her nose. "Actually, I heard Sally's gone missing. Dreadful, isn't it?" As the baker handed her the brownies, her frown deepened. "Yes, the whole town's beside itself. Poor Frank's been up at the prosecutor's office all day. Last seen here, apparently." Mary clasped her brownies, brows furrowed. "I heard it was foul play. The window was smashed, and she left her purse behind." The baker's hand shook; she set down the towels, "And the note, I can't stop thinking about it... 'Away I'll go, you won't know, where I'm bound, no one's own, the baker's sound.' We're all rattled, the words taunt something about me." Mary's eyes widened, and she gazed around the bakery, creating an eerie silence. "Well," she whispered, tucking in her scarf as she rose, "we'll find her, don't you worry. Say, did Frank mention any enemies Sally might have had? Foes in this small town?" Her friend studied the floor, a pang in her voice, "No, she was loved by many, helped at the library, even served cookies to the kids. Quite enigmatic, the whole thing." Mary grabbed her change, then, a sparkle in her eye. "That's where we start."