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The bell jingled, cutting through the scent of yeast. Dust danced in the morning light. "You’re late. Sheriff Miller said he’d be here by nine." "Traffic on the bridge was a nightmare. And I had to drop something off at the post office. You know how he gets." Boots hit the floor hard. "Did you hear about the Miller’s old safe?" A pause followed, the hum of the oven filling the silence. "That thing hasn’t been touched since the fifties. It’s full of junk." "Is it?" A napkin was picked at idly. "Funny how some things keep showing up in the same spot. Old letters. Bank books. But never the key." "You’re looking for trouble again." Black coffee was poured. "That safe is better left buried." "Boring doesn’t keep people alive." A sip was taken, eyes narrowing at the clock. "Someone’s watching the shop. Just like they watched the Miller’s last." "Then I should lock the back door." Dough stirring stopped. "You should be more careful. Secrets smell sweeter than croissants if you know where to look." Silence stretched slowly, broken by the hum of the refrigerator. "Coffee’s on the house. Just don’t tell anyone what you heard." The bell jingled again.