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Sunlight streamed through the front window of the Buttercup Bakery, warming the rows of cinnamon rolls and turning the flour dust in the air to gold. The scent of yeast and browned butter wrapped around the room like a quilt. A timer dinged in the back, and somewhere a kettle began to whistle. "Did you hear about Eleanor's prize-winning jam?" "I heard it vanished right before the judging." "Vanished? Or was it deliberately taken?" "Don't start. She probably just misplaced it again." "Then why were there sticky fingerprints on her pantry window?" "Flour gets everywhere in a bakery." "Not cranberry jelly with a distinct hint of ginger." "All right. I might have seen someone lurking near her kitchen door last night." "See? That's what I call a clue." "Or a very hungry raccoon with a sweet tooth." "Raccoons do not wear wool caps and carry flashlights." "Maybe this one does. It is Pinewood Cove, after all." "Then we should tell Eleanor before the bake-off." "And say what? That a thief with a taste for ginger stole her jam?" "Exactly. Small towns love a good mystery." The bell over the door jingled, and cold air swirled through the warm, floury room.