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The bell above the door chimed, followed by the warm, heavy scent of toasted almond and vanilla. "Is that a blackberry scone?" "Fresh out of the oven. I saved the last one for you." "You're an absolute saint. So, did you hear about the break-in at the historical society last night?" "Of course I heard. Mabel called me at six this morning, crying into her tea. Said the front window was completely smashed." "Smashed? In this town?" "That's exactly what I said. And the strangest part is that nothing was taken. The antique thimble collection was just left scattered across the floor." "Thimbles? Who breaks a heavy plate glass window for thimbles and doesn't even steal them?" "My thoughts exactly. Sounds like a message to me." "A message about sewing?" "Don't be cheeky. Mabel mentioned a strange man hanging around the gazebo yesterday afternoon. Dark overcoat, slicked-back hair. Very out of place for August." "You don't think it’s connected to that developer trying to buy up Main Street, do you?" "I think it’s entirely connected. Here, try a bite of this. Tell me that isn't pure buttery heaven." "Oh my, it is. But back to the developer. We can't let him scare Mabel out of her building." "Agreed. Pass me the raspberry jam. We need a plan."