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The scent of warm cardamom and toasted pecans drifted from the ovens, wrapping the kitchen in butter-scented comfort. Sunlight spilled across the checkered floor, illuminating tiny clouds of flour floating in the air. "He took the almond croissants again." "The ones reserved for the mayor’s brunch?" "The very same. Left a twenty on the marble slab and vanished before the oven timer even chimed." A wooden rolling pin paused mid-stroke, resting heavy against the dough. "Did he say anything about the cellar key?" "Not a word. Just kept glancing down at his cuffs, like he expected the red clay to brush right off." "Red clay? The only place with soil like that is the old quarry road." "Or the fresh plot behind the chapel." A pastry bag trembled, leaving a jagged swirl of vanilla buttercream across a lemon tart. "We should walk this over to the sheriff before the morning rush." "And cause a panic? Over pastry theft and a bit of mud?" "The town council president hasn't answered her phone since yesterday evening. The croissants are just the beginning of the crumb trail."