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The bell above the door jingled one last time before the shop fell quiet. Cinnamon hung thick in the air, and a tray of lemon scones cooled on the counter, untouched. "You're late," said the voice from behind the flour sacks. "Bakers keep odd hours. You know that." "Not the ones who lock the back door at midnight." A pause, then the scrape of a stool. "Someone had to check the proofing rack. The yeast was acting up." "Funny. Mrs. Peabody swears she saw a light in here at two in the morning. And the cash drawer was hanging open when I came in." "Mrs. Peabody also thinks the mayor is a lizard in a good suit." "Still. Who robs a bakery that barely breaks even?" "Maybe they weren't after money." The silence stretched. Somewhere, the oven ticked as it cooled. "Then what were they after?" "That's what I'd like to know. Start with the recipe box. Someone's been shuffling the cards around, and Gran's cinnamon roll card is missing." "Since when do you notice recipe cards?" "Since the day someone tried to sell that card to the bakery across the street for a hundred dollars." A low whistle. "A hundred dollars for a cinnamon roll recipe?" "Apparently it's the secret ingredient that nobody else has ever figured out." "Which is?" "Cardamom. And a little patience."