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"Two cinnamon rolls, please. And one of those lemon bars." "The lemon bars are spoken for. A special order." "By whom? Half the town’s been asking about them all week." "That’s what’s strange. The order came in an envelope. No name. Just cash and a note: 'For the library fund.'" "Generous." "The note was written on the back of a recipe card. Your grandmother’s handwriting." "Impossible. She’s been gone ten years." "I know. But smell the card. That’s not my flour. It’s from the old mill." "The mill burned down when we were kids." "Then someone’s been baking in the ashes." "Or someone wants us to think so." "Either way, they knew about the lemon bars. The secret ingredient. Only three people knew." "Four. You forgot your sister." "She’s in Florida." "Is she? I saw a light in her kitchen last night." "Her kitchen’s been empty for months." "Not empty. There was a shadow. And the smell of lemons." "Now you’re scaring me." "Good. Because whoever left that card is still in town. And they’re hungry." "Should we call Sheriff Barnes?" "Not yet. First, we bake another batch. If someone’s watching, we’ll see who comes running." "And if they don’t?" "Then we follow the flour." "That’s not a plan." "It’s a start. In a town this small, even the bakery keeps secrets. But not for long."