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The bell above the door chimed, letting in a gust of crisp autumn air before settling back into the warm, cinnamon-scented quiet of the bakery. "The usual blueberry scone? Or are we feeling adventurous today?" "Just the scone. And a black coffee. Did you see who moved into the old Miller place?" "I heard the truck this morning. Tall fellow, wasn't he? Didn't even stop in for a bear claw." "Exactly. Anyone who moves to this town without immediately buying a bear claw is suspicious." "You don't think he's just a private person?" "At three in the morning? With the headlights off? My cat, Whiskers, was highly agitated. He was carrying boxes wrapped in brown paper. Heavy ones." "Moving boxes are usually heavy." "Not when they clink like glass. And why park in the backyard instead of the driveway?" "Maybe he likes the privacy. Or maybe he has a lot of antiques. You know how drafty that old house gets." "Or maybe he's hiding something. Agatha down the street said she saw a shadow moving in the attic this morning. The attic, mind you, with the curtains drawn." "Well, if he comes in for a coffee, I'll be sure to ask him if he's a secret villain." "You do that. And slip an extra blueberry in my scone. I need the energy for the neighborhood watch."