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The bell jingled, cutting through the thick scent of yeast and burnt sugar. Morning light strained against the fogged window, illuminating dust motes dancing over the scarred oak counter where a tray of cooling scones sat forgotten. "You saw the police cruiser, didn't you?" "Hard to miss. It was double-parked by the hydrangeas, lights off but siren ready." Flour drifted from her apron like fresh snow, coating the counter. "Mrs. Gable swore the back alley lock was smashed before sunrise. Metal sheared clean." "Or someone forgot their key again. We all know how the sheriff gets when his coffee runs cold; he bangs doors." "This wasn't flustered, Elias. It was deliberate. Look what I found wedged inside the proofing box, buried under the rye dough." A crumpled photograph slid across the wood, landing with a soft slap against a basket of croissants. The paper edge was black and crisp. "That's the mayor's summer house. From the fire three years ago." "Exactly. So tell me, who's sneaking around my kitchen at four in the morning burning evidence?"