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The bell above the bakery door chimed, and the smell of cinnamon and warm yeast wrapped around the morning. A tray of raspberry scones cooled on the counter. Outside, rain slicked the cobblestones. Inside, two voices kept low. “You’re telling me someone left this in the tip jar?” “Wrapped in a napkin. Along with a button from a coat I’ve never seen.” “Could be nothing.” “Could be everything. Mrs. Pemberton’s missing brooch was found in the garden, and now this?” “You think the new florist is involved?” “I think she ordered a dozen croissants and never came back for them.” “That’s not a crime. That’s just rude.” “No, but the flour on her sleeve was from a mill that closed twenty years ago.” “You noticed flour?” “I notice everything. It’s a bakery. Flour is my business.” “Then what’s the plan?” “We follow the crumbs. Literally. There’s a trail of poppy seeds from the back door to the old clock tower.” “And if we’re right?” “Then we’d better hope the clock tower has a good explanation for poppy seeds.” “You’re enjoying this.” “Maybe a little. But if we’re wrong, we’ll just have to apologize with free bear claws.”