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Marge, the bakery's owner, looked up from behind the counter as Harold, a regular customer, entered the shop. "You're not going to believe what happened last night," Harold said, his voice low and urgent. Marge wiped her hands on her apron and gestured toward the corner table. "Let me guess - Mrs. Patterson's cat got loose again?" "No, worse. I was walking my dog around midnight when I saw someone breaking into the old bookstore downtown." Marge's eyes widened. "The one that's been closed for months?" "That's the one. Big fellow, must've been six feet tall, wearing a dark hoodie. He had a crowbar and was prying at the back window." "Did you call the police?" "I tried, but my phone was dead. By the time I got home and charged it, whoever it was had already disappeared." Marge nodded slowly. "Well, you did the right thing coming here first. I've got connections with half the town's law enforcement through the bakery delivery route." Harold sighed with relief. "Good, because I've got a feeling this isn't over."