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The bell above the door chimed, and the warm scent of cinnamon and yeast grew stronger. “You’re early. The cherry danishes need another five minutes.” “I’m not here for pastries. I need to talk.” “That sounds serious. Let me get the coffee going.” “It’s about the garden club raffle money. It’s gone.” “Gone? But Helen was in charge of the tin. She’s the most trustworthy person in town.” “Exactly. Which is why she’s so distraught. She left it on her hall table yesterday afternoon. When she went to bed, it was still there. This morning, vanished.” “No broken windows? No forced lock?” “Nothing. Just… poof. But here’s the strange part. She found this on her doormat.” “Is that… a floury fingerprint?” “Looks like it. On a scrap of parchment paper. The kind we use for the sourdough.” “Well now. That is peculiar. Everyone in town buys their bread here.”