The bell above the door chimed, and a gust of cinnamon-scented air swirled around her. "I can't believe you found another body." "It wasn't exactly something I planned. And technically, I didn't find this one. Mrs. Henderson discovered him behind her rose bushes." The ceramic mug clinked against the worn wooden countertop, steam rising from the fresh-brewed coffee. "That's the third unexplained death in Maple Grove this year. For a town of barely two thousand people, that's not normal." "I know. And something about this one feels different. The way he was positioned, the peculiar mark on his wrist..." A tray of fresh blueberry scones was set down, the delicate pastries dusted with powdered sugar. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" A soft chuckle. "You know me too well. Something isn't right, and I'm going to figure it out." The oven timer dinged, filling the small bakery with the warm, buttery aroma of fresh bread. "Just be careful. I don't want you getting mixed up in something dangerous." "Me? Dangerous? Never." Another knowing laugh echoed through the quiet bakery, mingling with the sweet scent of baked goods and unspoken mysteries.