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The aroma of cinnamon and fresh dough drifted through the Whispering Pines Bakery as morning light warmed the checkered tables. Flour dusted the counter where two locals leaned in close over steaming mugs of coffee and warm apple fritters. "Told you that missing journal would turn up. Found it this morning tucked behind the flour sacks." "You what? After all that fuss about the late Mrs. Ellery haunted bookshelves?" "Not haunted. Hidden. Pages torn out near the end, ink stains looking an awful lot like blood, or maybe just raspberry jam." "Jam? In this town nothing is so simple. You saw Sheriff Dobbs poking around the alleats yesterday." "He asked about strange deliveries after dark. I said nothing of her son skulking near the ovens last week." "The prodigal one who never visited while she breathed? Interesting timing once the will surfaced." "Exactly. And these fritters you rave over? Recipe went missing same night as the journal. Coincidence?" "Pass me another before I decide nothing here is as cozy as it smells. We search the back room after closing." "Deal. But if ghostly footprints appear in the powdered sugar, I am out."