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The bell above the door jingled as the morning light spilled into the cozy bakery. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around them like a warm hug. “You’re late. I was starting to think you’d skipped town.” A soft chuckle. “And miss your famous blueberry muffins? Never.” “Flattery won’t get you an extra one.” “But it might get me a hint about that missing pie tin?” A pause. The clink of a spoon against a porcelain cup. “You’re not supposed to know about that.” “Small towns have ears. And mine heard something about a midnight bake-off gone wrong.” “More like a midnight *disaster*. That tin was my grandmother’s.” “And now it’s gone?” “Vanished. Along with half the raspberry filling.” A low whistle. “Sounds like a mystery.” “Or a very sticky thief.” “Either way, I’ll help you solve it. Over coffee and a muffin.” “Deal. But you’re buying.” The bell jingled again as the door swung open, and the scent of rain mixed with the bakery’s warmth. The conversation paused, but the mystery lingered.