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The cinnamon rolls steamed in the window case like golden clouds, and the bell above the door gave a cheerful chime that didn’t quite match the tense silence at the counter. “Tell me you didn’t see him again.” “I didn’t,” she said, tugging her apron tighter. “But the baker’s ledger is missing, and the lock on the back cupboard was jimmied.” A customer in a tan coat hovered near the display, pretending to study the scones. “Who would do that?” “Someone who knows the schedule,” the second voice replied. “Who knows we count inventory after closing.” “I can’t believe it,” she murmured, eyeing the empty spot on the shelf where flour used to sit. “He swore he was just here for a donation for the school fair.” “He swore a lot of things.” The tray spatters on his hands told the truth—someone had been messing with more than dough. “Still smells like peppery cologne, too.” “Maybe he left it behind.” “Or maybe he wanted us to check the wrong shelf while he took the ledger.” The bell jingled again. “Then we should check the receipt book,” she said quickly. “Before anyone else comes in.” “Good,” he replied, sliding the cash drawer open with careful fingers. “Let’s start with what’s missing—and who paid in a hurry.”