The early morning sun streamed through the storefront windows, casting long shadows across the display case full of glazed donuts and fresh croissants. The scent of cinnamon and coffee filled every corner of Sweet Dreams Bakery. "Did you hear about what happened at the town council meeting last night?" "No, I was up late finishing a wedding cake order. What did I miss?" "Well, apparently old Mrs. Henderson stood up and accused Mayor Blake of embezzling funds from the winter festival committee." "She didn't! Though I have to say, that new sports car of his did seem a bit extravagant." "That's exactly what Mrs. Henderson said. And then - you won't believe this - she pulled out a stack of papers right there in front of everyone." "What kind of papers?" "Bank statements, from what I heard. But before she could show them, the power went out in the whole building. When the lights came back on two minutes later, the papers were gone." "Gone? Just like that?" "And Mrs. Henderson swears she had them clasped tightly in her hands the entire time." "First the missing church funds, and now this. Something strange is happening in this town, and I don't like it one bit."