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The small bell above the bakery door jingled softly. Warm cinnamon drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh bread. The counter gleamed under the afternoon light. "Another termite problem, Ms. ENDERBY?" the voice was warm but concerned. "Not at all." The other chuckled lightly. "My blueberry scones didn't rise properly this morning. I think I'm losing my touch." "I highly doubt that. They always vanish before noon." "My secret ingredient might be a bit predictable if you ask me." "Nothing wrong with reliable quality." "Speaking of reliability... have you noticed anything unusual around the garden club lately? The president was asking me if I'd seen any new folks around town." A beat of silence. "Just the usual tourists for the summer festival." "Remember last summer? When those antiques dealers came through? Brought nothing but trouble." "I remember. But this time, it seems peaceful. Maybe of all it is." "Peace is overrated. At least with trouble, there's excitement." The bell jingled again as customers entered. Conversation paused as coffee mugs slid across the counter, steam rising to meet the pleasant afternoon sun.