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The bakery windows had fogged over, softening the view of Bellweather’s rainy high street. Inside, the morning’s cinnamon buns sat untouched beneath a glass dome. “The mayor’s brooch was on the counter when I put the kettle on.” “And when you came back?” “Gone. Along with my best teaspoon.” “An unusually well-equipped thief.” A gust rattled the door. From beneath the oven came a faint metallic click. “Did you hear that?” “The oven’s been making noises for years.” “Since when has it worn a blue ribbon?” A scrap of satin protruded from the darkness beneath the stove. Beside it lay a dusting of flour, marked with four tiny prints. “That ribbon was tied around the mayor’s cake box.” “Then the thief has flour on her feet.” “And a taste for shiny things.” A rolling pin went under the oven. Out came the teaspoon, a bottle cap, three buttons, and the mayor’s sapphire brooch. Finally, with an indignant squeak, a ginger cat appeared. “She belongs to the butcher.” “Apparently she belongs to a criminal syndicate.” The cat leaped onto the counter and helped herself to a flake of pastry. “The mayor will be relieved.” “Do you think she’ll still want her cake?” “With an extra bun for the detective.” “Two buns. The detective’s assistant is feeling peckish.”