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The morning sun streamed through the window of Sugar & Spice Bakery, illuminating the dust particles dancing above the trays of freshly glazed cinnamon rolls. The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread filled the cozy space, which was decorated with gingham curtains and rustic wooden shelves. "You hear about what happened at the Henderson place last night?" "Can't say I did. Was up till midnight frosting these here cupcakes for the mayor's daughter's wedding shower." "Well, old Mrs. Henderson claims she saw someone prowling around her garden. A tall figure in a dark coat, she says. Creeping between the tomato plants like some kind of vegetable vampire." "Mrs. Henderson also claimed she saw a UFO hovering over the church steeple last Halloween." "I know, I know. But this morning, she found her garden gate open and a small wooden box missing from her back porch. Says it contained her late husband's pocket watch." "That is strange. Did she call the sheriff?" "Sheriff didn't take her seriously. Said probably some teenagers playing a prank." "Hmm. What about the watch? Was it valuable?" "Not in money, no. But Mrs. Henderson says it had an inscription inside. Something about a secret." "A secret?" "That's what she said. Funny thing is, I saw that new fellow—the one who rented the Miller cottage—walking down by the creek yesterday. He stopped right at the edge of her property, just staring." "Now that is interesting."