The scent of fresh-baked bread wafted through the cozy bakery, mingling with the hum of conversation. Sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sprinkle of flour dusting the counter. "Get the police out here, would you? I've had it up to here with this nonsense." "The police? What are you talking about, Ruth?" "I'm talking about the thief who's been snatching our baked goods right off the counter." "Are you sure it's not just a matter of miscounting?" "Positive. I had six trays of scones out here this morning, and now there are only four left. Someone's been in here while my back was turned." "Well, I didn't see anyone. Maybe it was just kids playing a prank." "Kids don't have that kind of nerve. And they can't afford to pay cash for a hundred-dollar's worth of goodies. Besides, what kids would know the combination to my safe?" "You think someone cracked the safe?" "I'm telling you, someone got in here and took what they wanted. You need to tell Hank to come take a look around." "He'll think you're just being paranoid again." "He's already done that, but I'll tell you one thing – if I catch the thief, they'll be in for a world of hurt. I've got a rolling pin that'll make their head spin."