The sweet aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air as the morning light streamed into the cozy bakery. The soft hum of gentle chatter and the clinking of dishes filled the background. "I heard the mayor's wife was at the scene of the crime, lurking around the old warehouse." "Oh, that's not all. I heard she was arguing with the victim just days before." "Arguments are one thing, but murder? I just can't see her doing it. Those designer heels of hers are meant for charity galas, not sneaking around crime scenes." "Designer heels can be a great disguise, though. Who'd suspect her of anything?" "True, but still...I think we're barking up the wrong tree. What about the newcomer, Jack? He's been sniffing around, asking questions." "Maybe he's just trying to get a feel for the town. We do have the best apple pies in the county, after all." "Pies or not, I've got a feeling he's hiding something. We should keep an eye on him, and those delicious pies of ours."