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The scent of cinnamon and melting butter always hung thick enough to chew in the little shop, wrapping around the worn oak floorboards like a cozy wool blanket. "You really expect me to believe the colonel's prize-winning tea cosy just vanished into thin air?" "I’m just saying, the window was latched from the inside, and nobody walks away from my lemon tarts without leaving a crumb trail." "A crumb trail? Honestly, Martha. Next you'll be accusing the vicar." "The vicar is gluten intolerant, Arthur. Everyone in Oakhaven knows that." "Right. Well, I checked the parish hall. No tea cosy. But I did find this tucked behind the hymnals." A flour-dusted thumb tapped a bright pink knitting needle onto the glass display case, right beside the morning scones. "Well, butter my biscuits and call me an amateur. That belongs to Mrs. Higgins." "The very same woman who is currently judging the village bake-off." "Aha. So the plot thickens faster than my custard."