The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as the sun streamed in through the large front window of the bakery. A display case filled with an assortment of pastries and desserts sat atop a worn wooden counter, where a few early morning customers chatted quietly. "I swear, I've never seen anything like it. The way the whole town comes together for these festivals, it's like one big happy family." "Except when someone ends up dead, of course." "Well, yes, there is that. But even then, we all rally around to support each other. It's quite remarkable, really." "I think it's because we all feel like we're in this together. I mean, who else is going to put up with the tourists and the chaos that comes with them?" "And the gossip! Oh, the gossip is the worst. Or the best, depending on how you look at it." "Speaking of which, have you heard anything new about the Harrison case? I heard the police are stumped." "Only that they're still questioning the usual suspects. But I did hear something interesting from my cousin's sister-in-law..."