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The bell above the door chimed, and a rush of cold morning air cut through the bakery's warmth. "You'll never guess what I just saw at The Rolling Pin." "Let me pour you a coffee first. You look like you've seen a ghost." A steaming mug slid across the polished counter. "Worse. I saw their new 'signature' scone. Lavender and lemon, with that peculiar crackle-sugar top." The hand wiping the counter stilled. "That's impossible. That recipe was my grandmother's. It's not written down anywhere." "Exactly. And Millicent from The Rolling Pin has never had an original thought in her life. She must have gotten it from someone." "But the only people who know it are you, me, and..." The sentence hung in the air, thick as the scent of yeast. "And your brother. Who, as we know, has been desperately short on cash since his antique shop started failing." A long silence followed, broken only by the hum of the display fridge. "We need to pay my brother a visit. And check his ledger."