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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar clung to the air, mingling with the fine dusting of flour on every surface. A bell chimed as the door swung open, letting in a gust of autumn chill. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Martha." "It’s the ledger. Page forty-two is missing." "Missing? Now, who would want a crumb of your bookkeeping?" "Someone who knows about the secret ingredient in the lemon tarts." "Don't be absurd. It's just zest and a bit of luck." "I saw a stranger lingering by the back alley this morning. A man in a grey coat, smelling of expensive cigars." "Grey coat? That sounds like the lawyer from the city. What on earth is he doing in Oakhaven?" "I suspect he isn't here for the sourdough." "Keep your voice down. The whole town is in here for the Saturday special." "Exactly. Which is why we need to find that page before the Mayor arrives." "I'll check the flour bin. He might have dropped it in a panic." "Hurry. I can see his car pulling up to the curb right now."