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The scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee wrapped the tiny shop like a warm blanket. A tin bell chimed as the door swung shut, and the low hum of the refrigerator blended with the soft clatter of porcelain. "Did you hear about the mayor's cat disappearing again?" the voice whispered, barely above the whir of the mixer. "The only thing that’s missing is the secret recipe for Mrs. Harrow’s famous lemon tarts," the other replied, pulling a napkin from the stack and folding it neatly. A quiet sigh drifted from the back room, where a tray of scones waited. "I found a note tucked in the flour sack—'Meet me at the old pier at midnight.'" The sound of a rolling pin tapping the countertop punctuated the words. "Someone’s trying to stir up trouble, and I’m not about to let a missing cat ruin our bake sale." A gentle laugh bubbled from the corner, where a window displayed a row of pastel cupcakes. "If you need an alibi, I can vouch for you—we’ll be here, frosting the case, not the cake." The bell jingled again as the shop door opened, a gust of cool evening wind scattering a handful of rose petals onto the flour‑dusted floor.