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"You're early. The cinnamon rolls haven't even kissed the cooling rack yet." "I couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts rolling around upstairs." "The same ones?" "Mrs. Peabody's greenhouse. That broken lock at midnight. My pruning shears turning up in her compost bin like a bad omen." "You think word hasn't reached me? Half of Millbrook is sipping coffee right now, convinced you're some kind of garden-variety burglar." "Because someone planted them. I was at book club until nine-fifteen." "With fifteen witnesses and a lemon cake that frankly could've used more zest." "So you're taking my side?" "I'm taking logic's side. Pass me that apron." "What are you doing?" "Helping you think. Flour clears the mind. Start kneading that brioche on the counter." "This isn't your mess to fix." "Darling, in a town this size, everyone's mess is everyone's mess. Now, did you loan those shears to anyone at all?" "The garden club. Last Tuesday's rose pruning demonstration behind the library." "Then that's where we start looking. After the orange glaze sets." "You make a potential arrest sound almost cozy." "That's the secret ingredient in this bakery. Always has been."