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The bell above the door jingled as the late‑morning sun painted the bakery’s wooden tables in honeyed light. The scent of cinnamon and fresh rye drifted through the air, mingling with the low murmur of town gossip. "Morning, Marta. The croissants look especially golden today." "Thanks, Eli. I tried a new butter blend. Want a sample?" "Only if you promise not to tell anyone I’m still working on that case." "The case? You mean the old Whitaker necklace?" "Exactly. It vanished from the museum’s display last night, and the town’s buzzing." "The museum’s security camera went dark for a minute, right before the alarm." "Yes, and the guard says he heard a soft click, like a latch being released." "Did anyone see a figure in the back alley? Someone wearing a dark coat?" "Only a silhouette, but it disappeared before I could get a good look." "Maybe the thief used the bakery’s delivery route. The back door is rarely watched." "That’s a thought. I’ll keep an eye on the deliveries tomorrow." "Good. And if you notice anything— a stray flour sack or a misplaced rolling pin—let me know." "Will do. In the meantime, enjoy the croissant. It might be the only sweet thing left in town right now."