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The bell over the bakery door chimed softly as Mara wiped her hands on her apron and leaned over the display case. Cinnamon rolls glistened under the lights, and the air smelled like butter and second chances. “Someone took the fancy macaron tin off the counter,” Juniper said, voice low as she reached for a tray of éclairs. “I watched it sit there all morning. Then—gone.” Mara frowned, peering at the empty spot where the tin had been. “Maybe it fell behind the flour bins?” “It didn’t,” Juniper said. “There’s a dust trail, like it was carried out clean. And you know who likes clean.” Mara’s eyes flicked to the back door, where a broom leaned against the wall. “Mrs. Pell was asking about the charity raffle. She kept calling it ‘an investment’.” Juniper set down the éclairs with a careful clink. “And Trevor from the hardware store says he ‘knows people.’” Mara opened a drawer, rummaged, and pulled out the small key they used for the locked storage closet. “Then we’re checking the cameras. If the tin’s in there, it’ll tell us who’s lying.” Juniper smiled without warmth. “Good. I’d hate for dessert to be the only thing with secrets tonight.”