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The morning light filtered through the lace curtains of Willowbrook Bakery, dusting the shelves of sourdough and cinnamon rolls in soft gold. The air hung thick with vanilla and the faint tang of yeast. Behind the counter, a flour-dusted apron shifted as two old friends lingered over tea. "I still can't believe Edith's prized kitten vanished right after the pie contest." "Vanished? Or was she taken? That spiral-bound notebook of hers showed up in my bread basket this morning, pages torn out about the prize money." Steam curled between them as a tray of cooling baguettes clattered softly onto the rack. Outside, the town square clock struck nine. "You think someone slipped it in while you were mixing dough?" "Had to be. The door was unlocked for the milk delivery. And look—ssawdust on the floorboards near the ovens, same as the old mill. Remember how the mayor's nephew worked there last summer?" "And Edith accused him of cheating the scales. Maybe she poked too deep." "Exactly. We should check the alley dumpster before Mrs. Hale opens her florist next door. If that blue ribbon turns up, we'll know." A light laugh broke the tension, fingers brushing flour from the wooden counter. "Just another quiet day in Willowbrook, unraveling secrets one pastry at a time." "Pour me another cup. Mysteries always taste better with scones."