The sweet scent of freshly baked croissants wafted through the cozy bakery, enticing the sleepy town to wake up and indulge. Behind the counter, a flurry of activity unfolded as the day's offerings were readied. "I'm telling you, it was no accident. That 'failed brake' business? Just a cover-up." "Oh, come on, not this again. The sheriff said—" "The sheriff's been saying a lot of things lately, but that doesn't mean we have to swallow it hook, line, and sinker. Mark my words, there's more to the Smith's car crash than meets the eye." "Mmm, maybe, but have you tried the new lemon bars? They're to die for. And speaking of which, have you seen Emily today? I haven't, and that's odd. She's always the first in line for them." "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I saw her arguing with Mr. Jenkins at the town hall meeting last night. Voices were hushed, but the gestures said it all." "Arguing? About what? And what does this have to do with Emily not being here?"