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The scent of cinnamon and warm butter filled Marigold’s Bakery, mingling with the low hum of the old standing mixer. "You’re measuring that sugar like it’s state evidence." "Jasper broke the digital scale last Tuesday. I’m using Gran’s cup. The chipped one." "That explains the clouds forming over your head. The scones will be bricks." "Then people will have an excuse to dunk them in Clara’s questionable coffee." A bell on the door tinkled, and a draft of autumn air swept through. "Did you hear about the library?" "That Mrs. Pemberton found a first edition missing? Or that she suspects the book club?" "Both. She says the culprit only takes books about gardening." "That eliminates half the town, including me. I kill everything I touch." "You killed that basil on purpose?" "I was going for rustic. Anyway, who would steal a gardening manual?" "Someone planning something green. Or covering up dirt." "You’re suspicious." "I’m observant. Like noticing you used salt instead of sugar in that last batch." The mixer whirred softly. "That was an experiment." "An experiment in regret?" "Hand me the vanilla. And keep your theories away from my croissants."