Baguette mystery

Previously

…"Thank you, Barnaby," I said, standing up. "You've given me much to think about." As I left Barnaby’s cozy cottage, the moonlight seemed to cast longer, more menacing shadows. The village, once a picture of tranquil charm, now felt like a stage for a clandestine drama. Agnes’ distress, Barnaby’s cryptic tales, the shadowy figure lurking outside my bakery – they were all threads in a tapestry I was only beginning to unravel. My recipe was gone, but the mystery of its disappearance was just beginning to unfold. And I had a feeling the answer lay not in the bakeries of my rivals, but in the forgotten corners of Bellefleur’s past, with a name whispered like a secret: Flicker.