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The bakery smelled of warm cinnamon and fresh bread, sunlight spilling through lace curtains onto the worn oak counter. "I still can't believe she found that note tucked in the flour sack. Who even hides clues in a bakery?" "Mrs. Hargrove always did have a flair for the dramatic. Remember her prize-winning pie at the fair last summer? She practically accused the judges of sabotage." "True, but this feels different. That handwriting looked shaky, like someone was in a hurry. Or scared." "Scared in Willow Creek? The biggest crime we've had was Mr. Peterson's missing cat. Though come to think of it, that cat did have a rather suspicious expression." "You're not suggesting Mr. Whiskers is involved in a conspiracy, are you?" "Stranger things have happened between these flour-dusted walls. Pass me that danish, will you? Thinking requires proper sugar levels." The bell above the door tinkled softly as a customer entered, but neither woman turned. They stood shoulder to shoulder, two pairs of eyes fixed on the crumpled paper between them, the sweet scent of vanilla suddenly feeling just a touch too cloying.