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The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls wrapped around them like a warm hug as the morning light filtered through the lace curtains of Sweet Haven Bakery. "These are even better than last week's batch. You must have added something special." "Only a pinch of nutmeg and a whole lot of patience. Though if Mr. Hargrove complains about the price one more time, I might add a dash of something else entirely." A soft chuckle. "You wouldn't dare. But speaking of Hargrove, did you notice how nervous he seemed yesterday? Kept checking his watch like he was waiting for bad news." "Or avoiding good news. Mabel saw him arguing with that stranger behind the hardware store at dusk. Said they looked thick as thieves." "Thieves might be exactly right. I found one of those fancy foreign coins under the booth where he sat. Not the kind of thing you see in Willow Creek." Silence stretched between them for a moment, broken only by the distant clang of the oven door. "Think we should tell Sheriff Boone?" "After we finish these rolls. Some mysteries taste better with butter."