The bell above the door chimed softly as a gust of cold air swept in, carrying with it the aroma of freshly baked bread. The cozy warmth of the bakery enveloped the newcomer, and the counter clerk looked up from arranging a tray of pastries. "Looks like you could use a hot cup of something," the clerk said, a smile playing on their lips. "A cinnamon roll would be heaven right now," came the reply, the voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. "Coming right up. Long day?" "You could say that. Got a new mystery on my hands, and it's got me chasing my tail all over town." "Anything I can help with? You know, two heads are better than one." "Actually, I could use an extra set of eyes. I'm trying to figure out who's been breaking into the old Smith place. Any odd sightings around here?" "Odd sightings? Well, there was that man in the black hat. He’s been lingering around the bakery for the past few days. Didn't buy anything, just stood there like he was waiting for someone." "Interesting. And you haven’t seen him anywhere else?" "No, just here. He’s got a way of fading into the background, if you know what I mean." "Thanks, I think I’ll pay him a visit. See if he’s got anything to hide." The cinnamon roll was placed on a plate, the steam rising in small, fragrant swirls. "On the house. Consider it a thank you for keeping us all safe." "Much appreciated. I’ll keep you posted on the case."