The Sweet Indulgence bakery buzzed with morning activity as the aroma of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the air. Through the window, autumn leaves skittered across Main Street. Behind the glass display case, a tray of blueberry scones had just been arranged, still steaming. "Did you hear about what happened at the old Miller place last night?" "You mean the break-in? Sheriff came by earlier for his usual bear claw and couldn't stop talking about it." "Break-in? That's what they're calling it? Interesting." "Why do you say it like that?" "Because Miller's house has the best security system in town. Not exactly an easy target for your average burglar." "Nothing was taken, from what I heard." "Exactly. Someone breaks in but doesn't steal anything? Sounds fishy." "Almost as fishy as your sudden interest in the Miller estate." "I was just making conversation." "Mmm-hmm. Would that conversation have anything to do with the fact that Miller's missing journal might contain the recipe for those famous honey cakes?" "I'm offended you'd even suggest such a thing." "Your face is turning redder than those raspberry tarts." "It's just hot in here. Are you going to sell me that scone or not?"