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The bell above the painted glass door chimed as the morning rain picked up, but inside, the air smelled warmly of yeasted dough and toasted pecans. "If the flour dusted on the counter is any indication, you’ve been up since four." "Three, actually. The cinnamon rolls require patience, especially when the sheriff is lurking in the alley." "Did he see you near the old mill last night?" "No, but he certainly noticed the missing key on the mayor’s keyring this morning." A tray of raspberry sifting pastries slid onto the display rack with a soft metallic clatter. "You didn't." "I had to. The victim's notebook wasn't going to retrieve itself from that desk drawer, and we both know the police department treats physical evidence like yesterday's sourdough." "Stealing from a crime scene is a bit bold, even for a Tuesday." "It isn't stealing if I intend to return it once we cross-reference the blackmail list with the bakery's catering ledger." "Hand me that icing bag then. If we’re going to solve a murder before the noon rush, these buns need to look immaculate." "Deal. But you’re wiping down the flour."