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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the warm air, mingling with the cheerful chime of the bell as the door swung shut. Flour dusted the mahogany counter like a fresh snowfall, and a dozen golden croissants glowed under the heat lamp. "He really did it, didn't he?" A rolling pin paused mid-stroke, leaving a deep indentation in the sourdough. "Who says? The gossip mill in this town turns faster than my industrial mixers." "Everyone. They saw him leaving the library just minutes before the lights went out." A sigh escaped, followed by the careful placement of a dusted tray of lemon tarts on the cooling rack. "Poor Arthur. He can't even find his own reading glasses, let alone a way to disable a circuit breaker." "Maybe that's exactly why he did it. A perfect distraction." The rolling pin resumed its rhythm, a steady, rhythmic thumping that filled the silence between them. "You've been reading too many of those paperback mysteries, dear. Now, do you want a scone or are you just here to stir the pot?" "Both. And a large coffee. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long afternoon."