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The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls and brewing coffee filled the air of Maple Street Bakery, where sunlight streamed through lace-curtained windows onto checkered tablecloths. Flour dusted the wooden counter, and a chalkboard menu advertised today's special: pumpkin spice muffins. "I swear, that recipe book's been missing since last Tuesday. Who'd steal Grandma's old secrets?" "Could be anyone. Remember the fuss at the town fair? Mrs. Hargrove was eyeing your apple pie like it was a treasure map." A soft laugh echoed. "Jealousy? Over pie? But seriously, without it, my scones taste like cardboard." "Let's think. Who was in here that day? The mayor popped in for his usual danish, and that new florist, Elena, lingered by the bookshelves." "Elena? She seemed nice, but her shop's right across the street. Perfect view to case the joint." A bell jingled as the door opened, but they ignored it. "Or maybe it's not theft. Misplaced? Check the back room again." "I've turned this place upside down. No, someone's up to no good. Pass me that rolling pin—feels like I need a weapon in this sleepy town." "Easy there, detective. Coffee first, sleuthing second."