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The bell above the door chimed, letting in a gust of chilly autumn air. "I still can't believe it. One minute it was there, cooling on the rack. The next? Gone." "Sugar, I told you, no one would steal a cinnamon roll from The Rolling Pin. Especially not Mrs. Gable's order." "Then where did it go? And what am I going to tell her? Her book club meets in an hour!" "Let's think. Was anyone unusual in here this morning?" "Just the usuals. Old Mr. Henderson buying his sourdough. Mayor Choi picking up his daughter's birthday cake." "And what about the new fellow? The one who took the table by the window? Had a lot of sugar in his coffee." "You don't think...?" "The crumbs on his sweater matched our cinnamon swirl pattern perfectly. He looked a bit guilty when you asked if he needed a refill, didn't he?" "I thought he was just being shy! Oh, you don't suppose he just took it because he couldn't afford to pay?" "That's a possibility. But so is that he's just forgetful. Or that Mrs. Henderson, bless her heart, decided to help 'tidy up' and moved it to the wrong bin." "So what do we do?" "We bake another one, of course. And we leave a little 'forget-me-not' box on the counter. For items that wander off. See what happens." "That's why you're the best partner in crime-solving, dear. Even if the biggest crime today is missing pastry."