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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar clung to the air, thick as wool against the winter chill. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, undisturbed by the morning rush. "The vanilla extract is gone again." "That's the third time this week. You're sure it wasn't used in the cupcakes?" "I checked the logs. Nothing was baked. Just disappeared from the shelf." "Could be a leak in the back room. Or someone with a key." "Only the owner and I have keys. And the owner is dead." Silence stretched, broken only by the refrigerator's hum. The bell chimed, announcing a new arrival, but neither looked up. "So, it's not a leak." "No. It's a message. Or sabotage." "Who benefits from your closure?" "Everyone who wants to buy the building cheap. But nobody wants the family recipes." "Except maybe the new owner down the street." "He bought the shop next door yesterday. Coincidence?" "Probably. But I'll keep an eye on the flour bins." "Do that. And hide the yeast." "Already done. In the safe." "Smart. Now, about that coffee?" "Black. No sugar." "Just like the truth."