"Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson's cat?" "Her cat? No, what happened?" "Gone missing. She swears it was stolen." "Stolen? In this town? Who would do such a thing?" "That's the mystery, isn't it? She found a note on her porch." "A note? What did it say?" "Something cryptic. 'Finders keepers, losers weepers.'" "That's chilling. Poor Mrs. Thompson. She must be beside herself." "She is. And you know what else? The note was written on the back of a bakery receipt." "From here? Our bakery?" "Yes, from here. Dated last Tuesday." "Last Tuesday... that was the day of the pie contest. The place was packed." "Exactly. Anyone could have been here. But who would leave such a clue?" "Maybe someone who wants to be caught. Or someone who thinks they won't be." "Either way, it's unsettling. Mrs. Thompson's been asking around, trying to see if anyone remembers anything unusual." "Well, I did see Mr. Jenkins acting a bit odd that day. He was lingering near the counter, looking nervous." "Mr. Jenkins? The librarian? He doesn't seem the type." "People can surprise you. Maybe we should tell Mrs. Thompson." "Agreed. Let's finish our coffee and head over. She needs all the help she can get."