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The bell above the bakery door had stopped jingling, leaving only the soft hum of the ovens and the warm scent of almond croissants. Flour dusted the marble counter where two women lingered, one polishing a glass case, the other nursing a cup of coffee in the late-morning light. "I found it behind the flour bins this morning." "An old key?" "Wrapped in a note that says the secret dies with the baker." "Same handwriting as the letter left on the mayor's pie stand last week." "Exactly. Someone wants that blue-ribbon recipe and they're not playing nice." "Small towns aren't supposed to have secrets like this." "Yet here we are, knee-deep in crumbs and conspiracy." "Think we should take it to the sheriff?" "Only after we try the lock on old Mrs. Harper's recipe box ourselves." "Two detectives, one cherry danish." "Make it two danishes. Sleuthing always improves my appetite." The ovens clicked off with a satisfied sigh, releasing another wave of vanilla steam as the friends exchanged a quiet, knowing smile.