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The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around them like a warm hug. "Morning. The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those new almond croissants—if they’re as good as the rumors say." "Rumors? In this town? You know better than to believe half of what you hear." "True, but the other half is usually about your baking, so I’ll take my chances." A chuckle, followed by the clink of tongs against the glass case. "Flattery won’t get you a discount, but it might get you an extra sprinkle of powdered sugar." "Deal. Though I’d settle for the truth about what happened to Old Man Harris’s prize-winning pie at the fair last year." "Now that’s a mystery best left unsolved. Some things are better off forgotten." "Or buried. Like evidence." "Careful, or I’ll start thinking you’re the one who took it." "Me? I was too busy eating your blueberry muffins to commit felonies." "Mm. Convenient alibi." The croissant landed on the counter, golden and flaky. "Enjoy. And remember—loose lips sink ships."