The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the sweet scent of cinnamon as the bell above the door jingled softly. "Morning, Clara. Busy as ever, I see." "Morning, Sam. You know how it is. The early bird gets the scone." "Or the gossip. Heard anything interesting today?" "Well, Mrs. Thompson came in earlier, all flustered. Said she saw someone sneaking around the old Miller house last night." "Really? That place has been empty for years. Who'd want to poke around there?" "That's what I asked her. She said it was too dark to see much, but she swears she heard a door creak." "Could be the wind. That house is practically falling apart." "True, but you know Mrs. Thompson. She’s convinced it was something more." "Maybe it was just a raccoon. Or a very determined cat." "Or maybe it was someone looking for something." "Like what? Dust and cobwebs?" "Who knows? But it does make you wonder, doesn't it?" "Wonder enough to take a look ourselves?" "Sam, you know I can't leave the bakery. But if you happen to wander by..." "I might just do that. And if I find anything, you'll be the first to know." "I'll have a fresh scone waiting for you."