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The bell above the bakery door chimed, cutting through the rich scent of yeast and caramelized sugar. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, hiding the faint scuff marks near the display case. "You're staring at the blueberry muffins again. It's a bad sign." "I'm not staring. I'm examining. Notice the uneven distribution? Or the slight chemical tang that isn't quite baking powder?" "That's just Mrs. Higgins' secret spice blend. She's been using it since '98." "Higgins wouldn't risk a bad review. She's too careful. And the receipt is wrong. The timestamp shows an order placed after the bakery closed." "So someone broke in?" "Or someone with a key stayed late. Look at the crumb on the counter. Not blueberry. It's poppy seed. And there's a faint smear of grease on the register handle." "That grease looks like motor oil." "Exactly. Someone wasn't here for a treat. They were here to swap the ledger. Now, hand me that rolling pin; I think it's time we paid Mr. Blackwood a visit." "Keep your voice down. If the mayor hears we suspect the council of embezzling festival funds, we'll have a riot before the coffee brews."