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The air in Rosie’s Sweet Spot always smelled of cinnamon and hope. Today, the scent of baking bread mingled with the damp wool and melting snow brought in by each customer. “The ginger snaps are gone again,” she said, not looking up from her dough. “Three times this week?” Her voice was low, incredulous. “No one in this town buys ginger snaps in that quantity.” “They don’t just buy them. They take them. The box is simply… empty when I check. Always just before the lunch rush.” A stool creaked. “Could it be Edna from the library? She’s had a sweet tooth since the holidays.” “No. She pays for her scones with exact change and a long story about her cat.” The baker finally looked up, her flour-dusted face worried. “Someone is helping themselves to the display case in the back. Nothing else is touched. Not the marzipan, not the financiers. Just those specific, crunchy little cookies.” The other woman leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Then we need to find out why. And more importantly… why they’re so afraid of getting caught paying for them.”