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The bell over Sugar Maple Bakery’s door gave its cheerful jangle just as rain began stippling the front windows. Behind the counter, trays of cinnamon buns steamed beneath glass domes, and the whole shop smelled of butter, nutmeg, and secrets. “You’re late.” “The mayor’s meeting ran long.” “Funny. Mayor Whitcomb came in twenty minutes ago for a lemon tart and looked perfectly un-meetinged.” “He left early.” “With powdered sugar on his cuff?” A pause settled between the racks of cooling scones. “I didn’t come here to be cross-examined over pastry.” “No, you came because of the missing recipe card.” “I came because people are whispering that I took it.” “Did you?” “Of course not.” “Then why is there raspberry jam on your sleeve?” Another pause. Outside, a bicycle hissed through puddles. “That could be from anything.” “Raspberry Linzer squares were the only thing made this morning with jam.” “And the recipe card was tucked behind that tray.” A mixer clicked off in the back room, leaving the bakery strangely quiet. “I found something else behind the tray.” “What?” “A silver button. Monogrammed.” The old wall clock ticked twice. “Mayor Whitcomb wears silver buttons.” “On the coat he wasn’t wearing when he bought his tart.” “So he came back.” “Or never really left.”