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The bell above the bakery door chimed, letting in a gust of autumn air and Mrs. Finch. The warm scent of cinnamon and yeast wrapped around her like a blanket. "Morning! The usual, I presume?" "Please. And a slice of that plum cake, for later. It’s been a peculiar week, hasn’t it?" "Peculiar? How so?" "Well, the Henderson’s cat, for one. Returned home wearing a tiny, hand-knitted sweater. And then there’s the matter of the missing library book." "Not ‘The History of English Scones’ again?" "The very same. Vanished from the returns cart Tuesday evening. But that’s not the strangest part." "Do tell." "Miss Pelican swears she saw someone carrying it into your alleyway, right past the dumpster, around midnight." "Is that so? Well, the almond croissants are fresh. I’d recommend one." "That’s all you have to say about a midnight book thief?" "Some mysteries, dear, are best solved with a full stomach. And a clear view of who’s lingering outside my window."