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The bell above the bakery door jingled, letting in a gust of rain and the smell of wet lilacs. Behind the counter, a baker arranged cinnamon buns while her visitor hung a dripping coat on the peg. “Please tell me you saved me the corner bun.” “Of course. But I’m afraid the silver cake knife has disappeared again.” “The one the mayor donated for the centenary?” “The very one. I locked it in the display cabinet last night.” Rain tapped against the window. On the sill, a row of pink iced biscuits spelled out WELCOME, except the M had lost a leg. “Was the cabinet forced?” “Not a scratch. And before you ask, I haven’t lent anyone the key.” The visitor examined the cabinet, then crouched beside the oven. “Is that flour on the floor?” “This is a bakery.” “In a footprint?” The baker came around the counter. A small white crescent marked the black tile, pointing toward the pantry. “That’s not a shoe. It’s my cat’s paw.” The pantry door stood slightly ajar. Inside, beneath a sack of sugar, a pair of green eyes gleamed beside the missing knife. “I suppose she wanted something shiny for her collection.” “What collection?” The visitor lifted the sack. Underneath lay a teaspoon, three buttons, and the mayor’s missing cufflink. “Oh. That collection.”