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The scent of warm cinnamon and yeast hung thick in the air at The Daily Grind, wrapping around the shop like a plush wool blanket. A bell chimed over the door, but the two women huddled over the glass display case didn't look up. "Did he really buy the maple pecan scones?" "Two of them. And a black coffee. He was in such a rush he didn't even wait for his change." "That’s strange. Arthur hated walnuts, but pecans were his absolute favorite. Did he say where he was going?" "Only that he had to meet someone by the old mill before the storm rolled in. He kept checking his pocket watch." "The mill? But that's been boarded up for years." "I know. And get this—when he opened his wallet, I saw a gold key. Not the brass ones we all have for the post office boxes. A proper, antique skeleton key." "The one from the mayor’s desk?" "I couldn't say. But he wiped a smudge of white powder off his sleeve before he left." "Flour?" "No, too chalky. Like plaster." Outside, a sudden gust of wind rattled the bakery’s front window, sending a shiver through the racks of freshly decorated gingerbread men.