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The bell above the Honeycomb Bakery jingled even though the CLOSED sign still hung in the window. Rain tapped the glass, and the smell of cinnamon and butter couldn't quite cover the sharp scent of cleaning ammonia coming from the kitchen. "You're really not going to sell the almond croissants today?" "Not until Detective Harlow says I can. They were the last thing Eleanor ate before she vanished." "She didn't vanish. She left her purse, her umbrella, and a half-eaten croissant. People who vanish take their purses." "People who are poisoned don't get to choose what they take." A pause. The old espresso machine hissed. "Did you see anyone else come in after her?" "Only the mayor. He bought a dozen sugar cookies and looked like he'd seen a ghost. He kept staring at the back door." "Was it locked?" "It is now." "You don't think he came back, do you?" "The flour on the floor says someone did. And they weren't wearing bakery shoes." Outside, the streetlight flickered over Maple Street, empty except for Eleanor's bicycle still chained to the bakery's railing, its basket full of wet flyers for the town fair.