The sweet aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the empty bakery as morning light streamed through the front windows, catching dust motes in its golden beam. "Did you hear about old Mrs. Peterson's antique brooch?" "The Victorian one with the pearls? What about it?" "Gone missing. Right out of her jewelry box, she says. And you know what else disappeared?" "Don't tell me..." "The recipe book. Her grandmother's handwritten recipe book with the famous sugar cookie recipe that won the county fair three years running." "But that's impossible. She never lets that book out of her sight. Remember last year's bake sale? She stood over her cookies like a hawk, making sure no one could peek at how she made them." "Well, it's gone now. And here's the strange part - nothing else was taken. Not her television, not her silver, not even the cash she keeps in that ceramic pig on her kitchen counter." "A thief who only wants recipes and jewelry? In Cedar Grove?" "Stranger things have happened. Remember the incident with the garden gnomes last summer?" "Don't remind me. I still check my petunias every morning, just in case."