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The timer screamed. I yanked the rack forward, showering the lemon tarts in flour. "You left the ledger on display, didn't you? Pedestrians can read the headers from the sidewalk." Heavy boots scuffed the linoleum. The brass bell stayed silent; the door hadn't been pulled. "Martha wiped the case clean this morning. Strawberry jam smeared across the folder. To everyone else, it's just a sticky mess. Nobody worries about embezzlement marinating under fruit glaze." I rested my chin on flour-dusted palms. "Which is why we switched to waterproof parchment and tucked the spine inside the cast-iron mixer's hollow base. You nearly blew the mayor's cover ignoring the cleaning schedule." Radiator hiss echoed, followed by the clink of a teacup. "Paranoia bakes as well as panic does. Did you lock the back gate? A delivery driver tripped the latch, and I heard gravel crunching on the drive. Engine low." I pushed off the wood. "Those aren't deliveries. That idling is too heavy, too patient. Grab the rolling pin and stand behind the counter. Bring the sugar shaker; we'll need sweetness before we ask about the receipt books."