The bell above the door jingled, and a waft of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the air. “Did you hear what happened at the old mill last night? They say someone spotted a shadow moving near the windows.” “That’s strange—but you’re sure it wasn’t just old Mr. Harris coming home late? He does tend to shuffle around at odd hours.” “Maybe, but that shadow didn’t match his slow pace. And you know how quiet this town usually is after dark—something felt off.” “True. I can’t imagine anyone would want to sneak around here, except maybe someone trying to hide from the sheriff. Speaking of which, have you seen the new deputy? Tall, with that shy smile?” “Oh yes, I met him yesterday. Seems eager but a bit out of place among all our quirks.” “Maybe he’s just the one we need. Quiet, observant... someone who’ll notice what the rest of us overlook.” “Hopefully. I’m tired of hearing strange noises and whispers at the mill. It’s about time the mystery got solved.” A tray of freshly baked scones slid across the counter, the sweet smell wrapping around their hushed words.