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The bell above the door jingled as the autumn wind pushed it open. "You're absolutely sure it wasn't the raspberry danish? I could have sworn I saw you glazing those yesterday." "Positive. I counted three dozen before locking up. Now there's thirty-five and one half." A snort sprayed flour across the marble counter. "Someone's been sampling the evidence." "Or stealing the lavender honey cake recipe. Again." Hands wiped on a striped apron, leaving a ghostly streak across a flour-dusted cheek. "Detective work, is it?" "Somebody's got to keep the town's baked goods safe from culinary saboteurs." "You think it's Mrs. Peabody? She's been eyeing that cardamom bun formula since Tuesday." "Or the new barista. Young. Nervous. Keeps checking the till whenever I turn my back to glaze the croissants." "Maybe he just really likes the cinnamon rolls." "Maybe." A porcelain plate slid across the counter, the sugar crust crinkling like dry leaves. "But maybe he likes solving mysteries more. Here, taste this blueberry muffin." The sugar coating dissolved on the tongue. A voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "See? It's missing the secret ingredient. Lemon zest. Someone's been in my kitchen after hours." "Or you simply forgot to add the zest today." "Never." A finger tapped the glass display case. "Someone's leaving crumbs, and I intend to follow them."