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The scent of burnt sugar hung heavy over the counter. Flour dusted the apron strings like fresh snow. "Did you hear about the mayor?" The rolling pin paused mid-strike against the soft dough. "Everyone hears about the mayor. That's precisely why he buys his biscuits here." "Not that. About the ledger missing from the safe last night." A tray slid into the oven with a metallic clatter. Heat bloomed across the small room. Steam rose from the cooling rack nearby. "People lose papers all the time. Especially when baking something shady in the back." "You think it's foul play?" "I think the blueberry scones are burning." The timer dinged sharply. Gloves snapped against wrists. "You're changing the subject again." "I'm saving the pastries. There's a distinct difference." "If you know something, you should tell Sheriff Miller." "I tell customers what they want to hear. Keeps the tips good." A bag crinkled loudly as warm scones were tucked inside. "Be careful. Whoever took it might come looking for the copy." "Let them try. I've got a rolling pin and a very bad temper before noon." The bell above the door jingled, signaling the abrupt end of the conversation.