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The bell over Honeycomb Bakery’s door gave its usual cheerful jangle, though the morning felt anything but cheerful. Rain tapped the windows, and the scent of cinnamon rolls battled bravely against the sharper smell of worry. A tray of lemon tarts sat untouched beneath the glass case. Beside the register, a flour-dusted envelope lay half open. “You found it in the sourdough basket?” “Tucked under the linen. Right where I always leave the starter to rise.” “And you’re certain it’s the same handwriting as the note left at the mayor’s tea?” “Curly y’s, slanted t’s, and that ridiculous little heart over every i. I’d know it anywhere.” The envelope gave a soft crackle as it was turned over. A single sugar pearl rolled across the counter and dropped to the floor. “It says, ‘The sweetest lies are baked before dawn.’ That sounds like a threat.” “It sounds like someone’s been reading too many penny dreadfuls.” “The mayor vanished after eating your blackberry crumble.” “He requested seconds.” “That may not help your case.” A mixer hummed in the kitchen, then clicked off. “Check the order book.” “Why?” “Because no one in town orders blackberry crumble with almond extract.” A pause settled between the cooling racks. “Except Clara Finch.” “And Clara dotting her i’s with hearts.”