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The bell above the door chimed as the morning light spilled through the checkered awning. "Found another one tucked in the blueberry muffin tin." "Meticulously placed, or just crammed in there?" "Third this week. Always a silver dime from 1943." The oven timer dinged, but neither of them moved from the counter. "Same as the bank robbery MO?" "Uncannily. Except the teller never noticed it until closing time." A tabby cat pawed at the flour-dusted marble. He watched them with knowing yellow eyes. "Mr. Whiskers knows something, I think." "Mr. Whiskers knows where the cream puffs are hidden. That's a different crime entirely." "Check the register again?" "I already did. Mrs. Gable bought a loaf of sourdough at 8:15. She never eats bread." "Left-handed?" "Right-handed. But she writes with her left. The dime was placed with the left thumb—grease smudge on the left side." The bell chimed again. A man in a tweed cap entered, shaking rain from his shoulders. "Morning, ladies. The usual?" "The usual." Eyes meeting across the glass display case. "And maybe a cinnamon roll. For evidence." "One cinnamon roll. Complimentary. For the... investigation."