Baguette mystery

Previously

…She gave a small, determined nod. “Then, Pierre, it seems we have more in common than I ever imagined. Let’s find this… shadow.” As I stepped out of Agnes’s pristine bakery and back into the bustling, yet now subtly altered, village square, the morning sun felt less like a welcome greeting and more like a spotlight on a stage where a sinister play was already unfolding. The game had changed. The rivalries were a red herring. The real mystery, the true danger, lay in the unseen, in the bitterness of a forgotten past. And I had a sinking feeling that the person I was looking for wasn't someone I'd ever suspected, but someone who had been watching, waiting, for the perfect moment to strike.