The sweet aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the cozy bakery, enticing the sleepy morning crowd. Behind the counter, a friendly debate brewed. "I'm telling you, it was no accident. Old Man Jenkins was murdered, mark my words." "Oh, come on! The sheriff said it was a heart attack. You're just looking for drama where there isn't any." "Drama? You call a man keeling over in the middle of the SummerFest parade drama? I call it suspicious. And what about the missing prize-winning pie?" "That was probably just some rowdy kids playing a prank. Besides, the judges had already announced the winner." "Exactly! Which means the real prize was already safe. This was about something more. I've been thinking... maybe it's connected to the new development plans for the town square." "Development plans? You're really reaching for that one. I think you've been reading too many of those whodunits you love so much." The bell above the bakery door jingled, signaling the arrival of more customers, and the conversation temporarily sweetened with the greeting of, "Good morning! Fresh pastries, anyone?"