The bell above the door jingled as the bakery's door swung open, letting in a gust of chilly autumn air. "Morning, Millie! What's the special today?" "Good morning! We have a delightful cinnamon apple crumble pie, fresh out of the oven." "Ooh, that sounds delicious. I'll take two slices, please." "Sure thing! I'll even warm them up for you. So, any news on the break-in at the antique store last night?" "Not much, I'm afraid. Sheriff said it looks like they were after a particular item, but he's keeping mum about the details." "Hmm, strange business. I hope they catch whoever did it soon. Makes me nervous, you know?" "I feel the same way. It's usually so quiet here. Say, did you hear about Mr. Jameson's big announcement?" "No, what's he gone and done now?" "Heard he's putting his house on the market. Says he's moving to Florida to be closer to his grandkids." "Well, I never! After all his talk about being a 'lifelong Millfield resident'. I guess times change, and so do people."