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The bell over Maple & Crumb’s door jingled, stirring flour dust and the smell of burnt sugar. Cinnamon knots waited in rows, glazed and perfect, but no one reached for one. “I thought you’d be gone by now.” “Gone? And miss the opening of the cherry turnover contest?” “Notes get misplaced.” “Notes don’t vanish.” The oven timer dinged. Neither moved. “Someone’s been moving the old bakery ledgers.” “Old ledgers?” “From the back shelf. All the recipes for honey cakes. Except honey cakes are what Mayor Finch was allergic to.” “Someone wanted to make sure the recipe got used.” “Or misused.” A small envelope slid across the flour-dusted counter. “Found it under your booth. It has your handwriting.” “I never left that there.” “Then who did?” The bakery door opened again, cold air pouring in. On the floor, just inside the mat, lay a single sugared violet with a torn ledger page beneath it. “Don’t tell me that was always there.” “Bakeries are full of surprises.” “Surprises are different from threats.” “Not in a town that runs on gossip and pie.” The display case rattled, and the coffee cup on the counter trembled as if answering someone.