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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, clinging to the flour-dusted surfaces like a secret. “You’re telling me he left the back door unlatched on purpose?” “I’m telling you that nobody keeps a blueberry buckle in the display case until Tuesday unless they’re waiting for a ghost to show up for a snack.” “Ghosts don’t have much of an appetite for artisanal pastry.” “Maybe not, but they certainly know how to pick a lock without leaving a smear of currant jam behind.” “Check the floorboards near the oven again. You missed a spot.” “There’s nothing under the floor but sawdust and bad intentions.” “Look harder. The frosting on the counter isn’t from a settling building or a trick of the light.” “If you find what I think you’re going to find, we’re going to need a much bigger padlock.” “I think we’re going to need a shovel.” “God help us. I just pulled the sourdough out of the cooling rack.” “Leave the bread. Get the heavy flashlight from the cellar.” “This town was supposed to be quiet.” “Quiet is just another word for buried, dear.”