The bell jingles as the door to Sweet Delights Bakery swings open. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries fills the air. "Good morning! The usual, I'm guessing?" "Of course, wouldn't start my day otherwise. And two country roads too, extra crumbly." "Coming right up. So, how was the game last night?" "Had us on the edge of our seats. I can't believe the swing in the score!" "Told you, small towns always pack a punch. They've been practicing like fiends." "You know, speaking of stripping, you think the Coach and the referee had a deal going? I thought there might have been some calls that smiled their way." "Never. Coach isn't the type. He's always sworn to win fair and square." "Then how do you explain this season's streak? It's impressive, even if we are neighbors." "Maybe they've finally figured it out. Plus the new assistant. Remember the chatter about him? Whispers of him being quite the puzzle solver back home." "What're you getting at?" "Innate talent carries through all sorts of challenges... Any unexplained twists in your world lately?" "Unexplained twists? Like what?" "I don't know, but I heard Arthur's dead. Rushed to the morgue early this morning." "Arthur? Poor man. I did notice his shop wasn't lit up this morning. Hope he--" "Whispers are he didn't die naturally. Guess we'll know soon enough. In the meantime, I'd watch my back if I were you." "Oh really? And why's that?" "You two and Arthur were tight once. Before the falling out." "Years ago. What of it?" "Well, one of you has a secret...and Arthur had the goods."