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The scent of cinnamon and toasted yeast clung to the air, mingling with the floral perfume of fresh lilies on the counter. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven were slick with morning mist, but inside the bakery, the warmth was thick and comforting. "You wouldn't happen to have seen the Mayor this morning, would you?" "Not since the sunrise rush. Why? Is he missing his favorite lemon tart again?" "Hardly. He’s missing from his office, and his car is still in the driveway. The front door was wide open." "Good heavens. Do you think it was a break-in?" "There was no sign of a struggle, but there was a single, crushed gardenia left on the welcome mat." "A gardenia? In November? That’s impossible." "Exactly. And you know who spends their entire retirement obsessing over hothouse florals." "Not Mrs. Gable. She’s far too fond of her bridge club to commit a kidnapping." "Maybe. But she’s also the only one in town who knows the Mayor was planning to zone her rose garden for a parking lot."