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The bell above the bakery door jingles, and the scent of fresh cinnamon rolls drifts over the polished wooden counter. "Did you see the note left on the third shelf?" "It was tucked between the scones, right where the apricot glaze sits." A quiet hum of the coffee grinder fills the pause. "Someone signed it 'A Friend', but the handwriting looks like Mrs. Peabody's." "She always signs her letters with a flourish. But why hide a warning about the missing pie?" The oven timer dings, and a tray of croissants is pulled out, their buttered layers glistening. "It must be about the blueberry tart that vanished yesterday." "Exactly. The thief must've known the shop's layout better than any of us." A soft chuckle escapes from the corner where the display of pastries sits. "You think the new delivery boy could've slipped it in?" "The boy? He barely knows the difference between a baguette and a brioche." The sound of a cashier’s drawer opening punctuates the thought. "Then it's someone who's been here for years, someone who knows when the late‑night deliveries come in." "The only one who stays after closing is old Mr. Finch, polishing the display case." The bakery lights flicker gently, casting shadows over the rows of muffins. "If we catch him, maybe the town will finally stop whispering about the 'Case of the Missing Tart'." A warm croissant is handed over, still steaming, as the bell jingles again.