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The bell over the door had barely settled when the smell of cinnamon reached the counter, warm and a little too sweet for the news being passed across it. "She never misses Thursday. Sourdough, no seeds, exact change in the blue coin purse." "I boxed it anyway. It's still in the back, getting hard around the edges." Flour dusted the glass case. Outside, rain tapped the awning, and Main Street looked rinsed and empty. "Her kitchen light was on all night. I saw it from the alley when I took the bins out." "Maybe she couldn't sleep." "Maybe. Except the light was in the pantry, not the bedroom. And her bicycle's still chained to the rack behind the library." A tray slid into the case. The rolls glistened, sugar crackling as they cooled. "You checked the rack?" "On my way here. Same lock. Same basket with the library book she never returned." Steam curled from the kettle. For a moment the only sound was the oven ticking as it cooled. "Then someone should take her the bread." "Someone should. Before the crust goes to waste." "And before whoever left that pantry light decides to come back for the purse."