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The bell over the door gave a soft jingle as Maribel wiped her hands on her apron and leaned into the glass case. “You’re early,” she said, though the smell of cinnamon already had the place awake. “Couldn’t sleep,” June replied, sliding into a chair by the window. Outside, Main Street looked like it was holding its breath. “And something’s off.” Maribel set down a plate—two scones, still warm enough to steam. “Off how?” June tapped the pastry box that had come in that morning. “The label. It says almond, but the invoice mentions hazelnut. And the delivery truck was parked on the wrong side of the street.” “Trucks park where they fit,” Maribel said, but her eyes stayed sharp. June leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Last week, Mrs. Tolland swore her tart was missing. Today, the flour bin’s half-empty even though no one ordered more. Someone’s been in the back.” Maribel pulled on a pair of oven mitts and lifted the lid of the bread proofing bowl. “Then someone’s been in a hurry.” June watched the dough rise, slow and patient. “Or someone wants us to think it’s an accident.” Maribel nodded once. “Well. Today we’ll start noticing who walks in—and who doesn’t leave footprints in the sugar.”