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The scent of cinnamon and caramelized apples hung heavy in the air, swirling around the display case like a sugary fog. Outside, the rain slicked the cobblestones of Maple Street, making the bakery’s warm, golden light feel like a sanctuary. "Drop the knife, dear. That croissant isn't going anywhere." "It’s not about the pastry. It’s about the fact that this is the second time this week we’ve found a pearl button in the sourdough." "A pearl button? Are you certain?" "I’m certain. And considering Mrs. Gable was in here yesterday wearing a cardigan that was missing exactly two of them, I think we have a problem." "Or a very clumsy customer." "Or someone trying to leave us a message. Look closely at the dough. Do you see the faint dusting of blue chalk?" "The same chalk she uses for her sewing patterns?" "Precisely. And she didn't leave her knitting bag on the counter by accident." "Then I suppose we aren’t just selling muffins today. We’re opening an investigation." "Start the coffee. Cases like this always require a second cup and a very long conversation about Mrs. Gable’s secret life."