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The smell of cinnamon and yeast hung thick and sweet in the air, a gentle shield against the gray drizzle outside the bakery window. A cooling rack held a battalion of muffins, their domed tops glistening with butter. “You heard about the library’s rare book fund? Disappeared. Vanished like one of Doris’s lemon tarts at a church social.” “I heard Doris makes a lemon tart that could drive a person to crime, but I doubt it’s connected. It was just there yesterday, in the locked case. The ledger, too. The lock wasn’t broken, you know.” “So, a ghost with a sweet tooth and a head for numbers? I don’t buy it. I saw Eleanor Peabody in here earlier, loading up on scones. Looked like a woman who’d just come into money.” “Eleanor’s been loading up on scones since her cat, Mr. Darcy, went missing in ’09. It’s comfort eating, not a spending spree funded by library theft. Besides, everyone knows the only thing Eleanor steals is extra napkins.” “Well, it’s someone. And I intend to find out who, just as soon as I finish this bear claw. A detective needs sustenance.”