Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains as the morning rush tapered in the tiny bakery. A half-empty tray of cinnamon rolls and the lingering scent of freshly ground coffee set the scene. “Do you really think Mrs. Davenport slipped that note into a scone?” “Could be easier to hide there than in her desk drawer.” “She always said pastries were her best secret keepers.” “Then why do you look so worried?” “Because if I’m right, someone’s been sneaking around after hours.” A jar of maraschino cherries rattled as a bell above the door tinkled in the distance. “Maybe it’s just a mouse looking for crumbs.” “My cat would have caught it by now.” “Good point.” Cartons of cupcakes stacked beside the cash register trembled with anticipation. “Remember that whispered conversation in the alley?” “How could I forget? It ended with a cracked egg on the stoop.” “And now the golden ticket is missing again.” “We’ll find it. Start with that basket of baguettes.” “Agreed. Let’s hope Team Pastry Patrol is on our side.” They bent low, peering beneath wicker baskets, flour dust swirling in the shafts of light, determined to uncover the sweet truth hidden among the pastries.