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The scent of warm sourdough and caramelized sugar hung heavy in the air, a comforting veil against the drizzly morning outside. Through the fogged glass of the display case, the lemon tarts glowed like little pieces of sunshine against the flour-dusted wood. "Is that a new recipe, Clara?" "Just a little experiment with lavender and local honey." "Lavender? It feels a bit... somber, doesn't it?" "Don't be morbid, Arthur. It’s meant to be soothing." "Speaking of soothing, did you see the cruiser parked outside the florist's this morning?" "I try to keep my eyes on the oven, not the street." "Well, they weren't looking at the lilies. They were peering through the back window." "The back window? That's where the delivery entrance is." "Exactly. And they weren't alone. Mrs. Gable was there too, looking quite pale." "She was in here an hour ago. She seemed perfectly fine." "Maybe she was just putting on a brave face. Or maybe she saw something she shouldn't have." A tray of cinnamon rolls clattered onto the counter, the sudden metallic ring cutting through the low hum of the refrigerator.