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The bell above the door jingled as morning sun spilled over the flour‑dusted counter. The bakery smelled of blueberry scones and cinnamon. The baker set a steaming cup of coffee in front of the newcomer lingering near the pastry case. "Did you notice the new shipment of apricot tarts came in early?" "The delivery slip says it arrived at midnight, but the shop was locked at ten." A brief pause settled as the baker brushed crumbs from the counter. "So someone slipped in after we left?" "The ledger in the office shows a two‑hundred‑dollar discrepancy, and there's a fresh jam stain on its cover." "Jam? That's a messy clue." "Exactly. The new apprentice swears she was home, but her story doesn't add up." The other tapped a finger on the rim of the cup, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Sounds like a recipe for trouble." "We'll need more than sugar to sweeten this mystery." Outside, the town square was quiet, early shoppers still half‑asleep. The baker glanced at the window, the faded sign reading "Sweetly's Bakery", its paint peeling, a reminder that even the sweetest towns hide sour secrets.