In the soft glow of the bakery's morning light, the aroma of fresh bread wafted through the air. A bell jingled as the door swung open, and the scent of peppermint and warm vanilla filled the space. The elderly baker, Mrs. Hilda, wiped her hands on her apron and greeted the newcomer with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. Thompson! Just in time for a fresh batch of blueberry muffins. They're the best in town, you know." Mr. Thompson, a tall man with a neatly trimmed beard, chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of missing them, dear. Especially after what happened last night." Mrs. Hilda's eyebrows raised in concern. "Oh, dear. The sheriff mentioned something about a suspicious death?" Mr. Thompson nodded. "They found Mr. Jenkins in his shop, the one on the corner. It seems he was trying to solve a mystery, too. Or at least that's what the sheriff said. The town's been buzzing since the news." Mrs. Hilda peered out the window, her eyes reflecting the concern in her gaze. "It's not safe to be digging around, especially when you don't know what you're getting into." "I know, dear. But sometimes, a bit of mystery can make the day a little more interesting. Just as long as it doesn't become too... cozy." As they laughed, the bell jingled again, signaling the arrival of another patron. Their conversation was put on pause as Mrs. Hilda welcomed the new arrival with a cheerful, "Good morning! How can I help you today?"