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The bell above the door chimed as Mabel pushed inside, her eyes immediately landing on the display case. "Still got those cinnamon rolls everyone raves about?" she asked, sliding onto one of the wooden stools. "I made them fresh this morning," replied the baker, dusting flour from her hands. "Though I'm wondering if I should've added more sugar. Mrs. Patterson complained they were too sweet last week." Mabel chuckled. "That woman once sent back a cupcake because it wasn't sweet enough. Said it gave her energy instead of satisfaction." "She's got a point though. You never know what people want until they don't get it." The baker pulled out a golden-brown roll, still steaming. "Here, try this one. I snuck in some cardamom this batch." Mabel took a careful bite, her eyes widening. "Oh my. That's... that's dangerous." "In a good way?" "Very good way. Though I suppose I should mention—" she paused, "—that I'm not actually here for the pastries." The baker raised an eyebrow. "Then what brings you to my humble shop at eight in the morning?" Mabel set down the half-eaten roll. "Well, I was hoping you might have noticed anyone acting suspicious around the old Henderson place lately."