(Setting: A small town bakery. The smell of baked goods wafts through the air. Marcy, a middle-aged woman with curly hair, stands behind the counter. Evan, a tall, wiry man with glasses, enters the shop.) "Good morning, Evan!" Marcy greeted as the man ambled in, rubbing his hands together, clearing his voice. "What brings you in so early?" Evan let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes skirting around the bakery as if searching for a place to perch. "Good morning, Marcy. I wish I could say it's all about your wonderful pastries, but... well, I'm afraid it's of a different nature this time." Taking a moment, Marcy bit her lip. "Go on, the door's locked." Evan swallowed hard. "There's been another robbery, Marcy. This time at Morgan's General Store. I know it may not seem like much, but... I think I know something that may help us put an end to this once and for all. At least I hope I do," he trailed off with a sigh. Marcy's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Another robbery? But... that's three this month!" "I know, it's not right. Not in a place like this. I just thought that maybe, since it's a smaller town, we might be able to... catch the culprit or at least make them pay for their actions." The corners of Marcy's eyes crinkled in concern as she leaned forward, ready to listen to Evan's solution. "I'm all ears, Evan. I just can't stand the thought of someone terrorizing our town." With a determined cough, Evan outlined the steps he'd devised for catching the thief, which Marcy nodded along to, her curiosity piqued but wary of the potential consequences.