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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, mingling with the floral notes of a fresh bouquet of lilies on the counter. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven were slick with a sudden autumn drizzle. "He wasn't the type to just vanish, was he?" "Not since the town council meeting. He was practically vibrating with indignation over the zoning laws." "And you’re sure the door was locked from the inside?" "Bolted shut. I had to use the spare key from the flour bin just to get in here this morning." A silver tong clicked against a metal tray of lemon tarts, the sound sharp in the quiet shop. "The police are calling it a tragic accident, but look at the sugar dusting on the floor. Those aren't footprints." "They look more like drag marks." "Exactly. Now, do you want a raspberry scone, or are we going to keep pretending we aren't investigating a crime scene before the coffee has even brewed?" "Scone. Definitely the scone."