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The small town bakery hummed with the quiet rhythm of mid-morning, cinnamon and yeast thick in the air. Golden pastries glistened under the glass counter while the morning light slanted across worn oak floors. Two friends lingered at a corner table, coffee cups warm between their hands. "I still can't believe the ledger is gone." "Neither can I. It was in the safe yesterday." "Someone knew exactly where to look. The back door showed no forced entry." "Do you think it connects to the argument at the harvest festival?" "The one where voices carried across the square about hidden accounts? Has to be." "These scones are perfect today. Flaky as always." "Try the lemon curd. It might settle your nerves while we piece this together." "Three names were listed on that final page. All of them regular customers here." "Exactly why we can't speak too loudly. The wrong ears might be listening at the counter." "One of them bought out the entire batch of almond croissants last week. Said they were for a 'special meeting.'" "Sounds like planning, not hunger. We should check the delivery logs before the lunch rush." "Agreed. Whatever was worth stealing could be worth killing for."