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The aroma of toasted cinnamon and browned butter hung heavy in the air, a sweet reprieve from the gray drizzle coating the cobblestones outside. A golden bell chimed as the heavy oak door swung shut, sealing out the damp morning. "You’re early. The sourdough hasn’t even finished its second rise." "I needed a distraction, and your lemon tarts are the only thing that quiets the nerves." "The nerves, or the curiosity? You’ve been hovering near the window since the patrol car circled the square." "It’s hard not to look when the whole town is whispering. Did they find anything?" "Flour on the floor and a broken window, nothing more. Whoever did it was looking for something specific, and they didn’t care about the till." "That’s exactly what worries me. Everyone knows the safe is empty." "Careful. The walls have ears, and half of them belong to the gossip committee." "Let them listen. Maybe someone will tell me why the Sheriff was holding a velvet ribbon found in the alleyway." "You’d best leave the questions for the professionals, before you end up as the next headline." "Pastry or truth? I’m choosing both today."