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The scent of cinnamon and toasted pecans clung to the air, warring with the sharp tang of lemon glaze. A thin layer of flour dusted the mahogany counter, where a single tray of golden éclairs sat untouched. "Morning, Martha. The lemon tarts look divine." "Thank you, Arthur. But I can't focus on the tarts today." "Still no sign of the sapphire brooch?" "Gone. Right off the velvet display during the morning rush." "I did see Mr. Henderson lingering near the cake stands. He looked rather twitchy." "Twitchy? He's always twitchy." "Not this kind of twitchy. He was clutching his briefcase like it contained the crown jewels." "Do you think he'd actually steal from the community fundraiser?" "In this town, desperation takes many forms, even in a three-piece suit." "I suppose I should check the security footage." "The camera in the corner has been blinking red since Tuesday." "You're joking." "I wish I were. Now, about that tart?"