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The bell over the door chimed, soft as a secret, and the warm smell of cinnamon wrapped around Maribel the moment she stepped inside. Loaves were cooling in tidy rows, and the glass case shone with sugared tarts. “I swear the scones were here yesterday,” she said, leaning closer to the empty space where strawberry should have been. “They’re not missing,” Nora replied, wiping flour from her hands with a bright smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “They were… borrowed.” “By who? The town is full of grandmothers and accountants, not thieves.” Maribel slid her finger along the display edge. “And these crumbs don’t look like anyone’s breakfast. They look like someone took one and left the rest.” Nora poured coffee into two mugs, the stream steady. “You’re thinking too hard. People like variety.” “Then why is there a smear of jam on the receipt roll?” Maribel pointed toward the counter drawer, where the clerk’s paper lay slightly unspooled, sticky at the corner. Nora’s smile tightened. “Maybe the delivery driver sneezed.” Maribel took a careful sniff of the paper. “No. That’s raspberry. And we don’t stock raspberry this week.” Nora set the mugs down, coffee steaming like a warning. “Maybe we should start.”