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The scent of caramelized sugar and yeast hung heavy in the air, masking the metallic tang of the morning rain. Flour dust danced in the sliver of sunlight piercing the front window, settling on the cooling racks of cinnamon rolls. "You’re early. The first batch of sourdough isn't even out of the oven yet." "I figured the sirens would wake you anyway. Did you see the flashlights near the library?" "I saw enough. That side door has been temperamental since the mayor’s office moved in, but it’s never been left wide open." "It wasn't just left open, Arthur. The lock wasn't picked—it was shattered." "Keep your voice down. Mrs. Gable is already eyeing us from the register, and she’s had enough fuel for her gossip mill to last until Sunday." "Let her watch. If the rumors about the rare folios are true, the whole town is going to be whispering by noon." "Take a seat in the back booth. I’ll make a fresh pot of coffee, and you can tell me exactly what you found before the sheriff realizes you were trespassing." "I wasn't trespassing. I was investigating." "In this town, there’s rarely a difference."