The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy silence of the early morning. The scent of yeast and vanilla hung thick in the air, a comforting blanket against the grey drizzle outside. "Is it true? Did they really find the locket by the riverbank?" "I haven't heard a thing, honest. Just trying to get these cinnamon rolls to rise before the rush." "Don't play innocent. Mrs. Higgins said the police were at the bed and breakfast until dawn. She saw them carrying out a box of muddy boots." "People talk too much in this town. Maybe they just wanted coffee." "Coffee doesn't require forensic tape. Besides, I saw the mayor leaving the station, looking pale as a ghost. He knows who did it." "You really need to stop watching those crime dramas. Here, take this blueberry muffin. It’s fresh out of the oven." "A bribe? Fine. But if I disappear while walking my dog, make sure my obituary mentions that the glaze recipe was stolen." "Get out of here before I throw a bag of flour at you. And stay away from the river."