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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, yeasty air of the shop. Flour dust danced in the sliver of sunlight piercing the front window, settling onto the glass display case filled with half-eaten lemon tarts and golden scones. "You’re late again, Arthur. The morning rush finished twenty minutes ago." "The bridge was blocked. Someone decided a tractor was a perfectly acceptable vehicle for a main road during peak hours." "I hope you brought the ledger, at least. The books are a disaster." "Everything is in the bag. Though, I must admit, I stopped for a moment by the duck pond. There was a commotion near the gazebo." "A commotion? In Oakhaven? It’s Tuesday, not a festival day." "Exactly. That’s why Mrs. Higgins was brandishing her umbrella at the constable." "Good heavens. Put the coffee on. If the village gossip is already spilling over, it’s going to be a long morning." "Agreed. Pour me a double shot, and I’ll tell you why the mayor looked so pale when I drove past his office." "Just be quick about it. I have three dozen cinnamon rolls left to glaze before the lunch crowd descends."