The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of brewed coffee. The bell over the bakery door jingled as a tall woman in a knitted scarf stepped inside, rubbing her hands together. “You’d think a place this cozy wouldn’t be the scene of a midnight break-in.” “Cozy or not, someone was desperate for that rare honey lavender loaf.” “A crime of passion or just a midnight carb craving? Wonder which’s more sinister.” The older man behind the counter shook his head, wiping flour from his hands. “It’s not the bread they stole but the prize ingredients—the honey’s from Millie’s bees, and that lavender’s handpicked.” “Which means the thief has to be local, or they’d never know.” He gave a knowing smile, eyes twinkling beneath bushy brows. “That narrows it down to half the town.” A chuckle escaped her lips. “Or half the town’s secret midnight snackers.” Suddenly, the bell jingled again, and a young woman walked in, looking flushed. “Did someone say midnight snacks? I think I saw a shadow near the back door last night.” “Well, that’s a twist. Looks like our mystery just got a new suspect.”