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The bell over the door gave a cheerful jingle as the scent of cinnamon and warm butter curled through the Cozy Crumb Bakery. Sunlight pooled on the glass case, where rows of pastel macarons sat beside a half-empty tray of blueberry scones. A kettle whistled in the back. "Morning, dear. You're in early. The cinnamon rolls are still cooling on the rack." "I couldn't sleep. Someone was outside my kitchen window last night, and now my prize-winning jam recipe is missing." "Missing? Not stolen? Are you certain you didn't misplace it under that mountain of cookbooks?" "Whoever took it left the jar of preserves untouched and the drawer neatly closed. That's not hungry, that's calculating." "Gracious. Did you tell the sheriff?" "He laughed and called a recipe not stolen property. But the Winter Bake-Off is Saturday, and that recipe was going to win." "Then we'll out-bake them. I've got a spare copy in the ledger, and a trap for our thief." "You kept a copy?" "Always. And I may have dusted the drawer with flour. Whoever opens it tonight will leave prints from here to the church social." "Clever. But if that doesn't work, I suppose we'll have to follow the crumbs."