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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, sweet haze of melted butter and toasted almonds. "Don't tell me, another maple bacon donut?" "Not today. Just a drip coffee and a little bit of neighborhood gossip." "Well, the coffee is fresh, but the gossip will cost you extra. Did you hear about the mayor’s missing prize-winning hydrangea?" "Lost to a ruthless gardener, no doubt. But that’s old news. Word on Main Street is that Arthur’s antique shop was broken into last night." "Arthur’s? You’re pulling my leg. Nothing was stolen from that dusty place since 1994." "That’s the strange part. Nothing was taken. The thief just reorganized his silver spoons by century." "You can't be serious." "Dead serious. Sheriff Miller found Arthur sipping Earl Grey, absolutely delighted by the improved layout." "A neat freak burglar. Now I've heard it all." "I think our culprit might be someone with a very specific kind of obsessive-compulsive charm. Know anyone around town who fits the bill?" "Besides the woman currently sliding a fresh raspberry scone onto your plate for free?" "Present company excluded, of course."