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The morning light caught the sugar on the bear claws, making them glitter like frost. Outside, Main Street was still quiet, but inside the bakery, the air was warm with yeast and secrets. “You heard about the library’s missing cookbook?” “Everyone’s heard. Half the town thinks it walked off on its own.” “It didn’t walk. Someone checked it out under a fake name.” “Let me guess. The same person who ordered twelve dozen almond cookies yesterday and never picked them up.” “Exactly. And left a receipt tucked in the tip jar.” “A receipt for what?” “Duct tape, a flashlight, and one very expensive jar of cherry preserves.” “That’s not a recipe. That’s a break-in.” “That’s what I told the sheriff. He said preserves aren’t probable cause.” “They are if they’re the mayor’s prize-winning cherries.” “Then why are you dusting flour off a cookbook that was reported stolen?” “Because I found it this morning in the day-old bread bin. Page twelve has a thumbprint in butter.” “Better than a confession.” “Not if the thumbprint belongs to the baker.” The oven timer dinged. A tray of scones came out golden and blameless. Neither of them moved to answer it. The bell above the door stayed silent, as if the whole town was holding its breath.