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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, mingling with the warm aroma of freshly roasted coffee. Rain streaked against the bakery window, blurring the cobblestone streets of Willow Creek into a watercolor smudge. "You’re late. The scones are already starting to lose their structural integrity." "The bridge was flooded again. I had to take the long way around the orchard." "That explains the mud on your hem. Did you find what you were looking for at the antique shop?" "Not exactly. But I did find something much more interesting tucked behind a stack of old almanacs." "Don't tell me it's another cryptic note." "It’s a photograph. From the summer of '84. There’s someone in the background, standing right by the old mill." "The mill has been boarded up for decades. Why would anyone be taking pictures there?" "That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Do you think Mrs. Higgins knows anything about it?" "Mrs. Higgins knows everything, provided you bring her a lemon tart. Now, sit down. Your tea is getting cold, and we have a lot of digging to do."