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The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the scent of rising dough. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow. "Did you see the mayor's car parked behind the library?" "The one with the dent? I thought it was a delivery truck." "No, the dent was there yesterday. But the license plate was covered in fresh mud. River mud." A rolling pin thumped against the wood. "River mud doesn't belong near the library. Not unless someone was digging." "Digging for what?" "The old time capsule. The one they found in the foundation last week." Silence stretched, filled by the low refrigerator hum. A cinnamon bun was slid across the marble. "You think the mayor knows?" "I think the mayor knows too much. And that's why he's here." "Here? In the bakery?" "No. In the river." A hand wiped a smudge of raspberry jam from the counter. "Then we better finish these scones before the tide comes in." "Tide? It's a lake town." "Not for long. The dam broke an hour ago." The eyes widened, fixing on the door. "Then we aren't baking for breakfast anymore." Oven light clicked off. Hands wiped down the apron. "No. We're baking for the rescue."