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The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls wrapped around them like a warm hug as morning light filtered through the bakery’s lace curtains. “I still can’t believe she’d just leave the register wide open like that.” “People get careless when they’re in love. Or when they’re hiding something.” A timer buzzed behind the counter. One of them slid a tray of golden scones from the oven, the scent blooming richer. “You think it was the money or the secret about her husband?” “Both. That ledger we found in the flour bin tells quite the tale.” Steam curled upward as two mugs of coffee were poured. Outside, the church bell tolled nine. “Mrs. Pickles swears she saw a shadowy figure slipping out the back at closing time.” “Mrs. Pickles also swears her cat talks to her on Tuesdays.” A soft chuckle floated between them. “Still… something doesn’t sit right about that broken lock.” “Exactly. Which is why I saved you the last blueberry muffin. We’ve got thinking to do, and thinking’s always better with butter.”