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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, mingling with the gentle chime of the bell above the door. Flour dusted every surface, including the floral apron of the woman behind the counter. "I’m telling you, the lock on the library door wasn't forced. It was opened with a key." "Maybe the wind blew it open? It’s a drafty old building." "The wind doesn't turn a deadbolt from the inside, Clara." A tray of lemon tarts was slid onto the cooling rack with a metallic clink. "You're obsessing again. Have a scone and forget about the archives for an hour." "I can't just eat a scone while Mayor Higgins is acting suspicious. Did you see how he looked at the crime scene?" "He looks like a man who’s terrified of a scandal. Now, do you want the cranberry or the savory cheese?" "The cheese. But I still think he's hiding something in that mahogany desk." "Just chew your pastry and stop playing detective before you trip over a clue that isn't there."