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The scent of toasted pecans and melted butter hung heavy in the crisp morning air. Fine white flour dusted the scarred butcher block island like a fresh, undisturbed snowfall. "Did you check the false bottom of the flour tin?" "I checked everywhere. Even inside the bubbling sourdough starter." A silver pastry scraper rhythmically chopped through a block of cold butter, the sharp metal clicking against the wood. "It has to be here. Mayor Higgins didn't just vanish into thin air after eating that lemon tart." "Maybe he didn't vanish. Maybe someone helped him disappear before the sun came up." The rhythmic scraping abruptly stopped. A fine mist of flour settled over a tiny, tarnished brass key resting on the wooden board. "Is that..." "Found it baked right into the crust of his leftovers." "But the bakery doors were deadbolted all night." "Exactly. Which means our killer has a spare key, a hidden agenda, and a serious sweet tooth." "Should we call the sheriff?" "Not yet. First, we need to find out what this opens before the morning rush arrives and washes away our only clue." The oven timer chimed, signaling the cinnamon rolls were finally done.