The scent of cinnamon and yeast filled the air, thick and sweet. Sunlight streamed through the shop window, catching the dust motes dancing in the beams. “Another of these, please. My husband will be disappointed if I come home empty-handed.” “I just pulled a fresh tray. Still warm. He’s a lucky man.” “He’d be luckier if I didn’t bring them home at all. His doctor has been very clear.” “Well, a little treat never hurt anyone. A secret between us, perhaps?” “You’re an enabler, you know that? Fine, one more. But only because they’re still warm.” “Good choice. Will that be all for you today?” “Actually, no. I was hoping to ask you something. About the new florist. Did you hear anything… unusual last night?” “Unusual how? I was here until midnight, finishing the bread order. It was quiet as a mouse.” “Someone saw a light on in her shop, long after closing. Then a car sped away.” “A car? That is strange. She never works that late.”