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The bell above the door gave a tired little jingle, like it had heard every secret Meadowbrook ever baked. Warm cinnamon and vanilla clung to the air as the baker’s rack held cakes in neat, quiet rows. “Morning. You’re early,” Inez said, sliding a tray of honey rolls into the display. “Can’t sleep when there’s a missing pie,” Lina replied, eyeing the empty space where the blueberry lattice usually sat. “And if you’re going to blame my cat again, go ahead.” “No one’s blaming your cat,” Inez said, though her smile was tight. “I’m blaming the fact that someone thought they could borrow a whole pie without asking.” Lina leaned in, lowering her voice. “Maybe it wasn’t taken. Maybe it evaporated. You know how people talk around here—half the town claims they ‘smelled something sweet’ last night.” Inez wiped her hands on her apron. “That’s nonsense. But the box was on the counter at closing. Now it’s gone, and the receipt book has a torn page.” Lina’s eyes flicked to the register. “Someone came back after hours.” “Or someone left a message,” Inez murmured, reaching for a crumpled scrap tucked beneath the flour bin. “Look.” Lina read the thin handwriting and let out a slow breath. “Oh, that’s not a recipe,” she said. “That’s a warning.”