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The copper bell above the door chimed, admitting a draft of crisp autumn air that mingled with the warm, buttery scent of fresh croissants. "I told you, the flour bin was completely empty, but the floor was spotless." "In Arthur’s bakery? That man hasn't swept a corner since the Bicentennial." "Exactly. And there was a dusting of white on his velvet collar. Not flour. It was too sparkling. Like ground gypsum." "The kind they use down at the old drywall plant?" "The very same. And guess who bought the rights to that property yesterday morning?" "Don't tell me. Mayor Higgins." "The ink on the deed wasn't even dry. Now, are you going to buy that cinnamon swirl, or are we just going to stand here letting the heat out?" "Give me two. And a loaf of the sourdough. If we’re going to snoop around the municipal archives, we’ll need sustenance." "And flashlights. I’ll meet you by the gazebo at dusk." "Make it five. The archives keeper is notoriously bribable with pastries."