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The ovens hummed, a low vibration against the counter where flour still dusted the floor. "Did you find the note hidden in the dough?" "No note. Just a receipt for extra sugar." "Sugar doesn't explain the open front door." "I locked it up tight." "Then who left the key under the mat?" "The police asked that too." "I told them you're the baker, not the killer." "Maybe they have a secret recipe." "It keeps business very good." "Is the jam from the cellar still the same?" "Just blackberries, same as always." "It tasted bitter today." "Bitter's best. Needs a little edge." "Town is whispering again. Ledger missing." "Ledgers are boring. Bread is always warm." "Don't change the subject." "Someone wants the ledger, but nobody wants my oven." "That's exactly why they're here." "So, are you going to finish that scone?" "I'll finish it. Then I'll check the alley." "Don't sweep up too much dust." "Some things settle there. Some things stay. You know how to hide them." "Or eat them. Depends on the appetite." "Mine wants the truth wrapped in flour." "Then take a bite. The rest belongs to the morning."