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The bell above the door jingled as the morning sun spilled into the bakery. The scent of cinnamon and butter hung thick in the air. "Another beautiful day in Willowbrook, don’t you think?" "Beautiful, if you ignore the fact that old Mrs. Henderson’s prize-winning rosebushes were dug up last night." "Oh dear. That’s the third garden vandalized this week. Do you think it’s the same person?" "Hard to say. But if it is, they’ve got a real grudge against flowers." A soft chuckle. "Or maybe they just really hate gardening." "Maybe. Or maybe they’re trying to cover up something else." "Like what?" "Like the fact that the town’s secret recipe for apple pie is missing from the historical society archives." A pause. "You don’t think…" "Think what?" "Never mind. Here, try this new blueberry scone. It’s still warm." "Mmm. Perfect. But tell me—why would someone steal a recipe?" "Maybe they’re planning to open a rival bakery." "Or maybe they’re just a very confused thief." The bell jingled again as another customer stepped inside, but the conversation lingered in the air like the sweetness of fresh-baked bread.