The quaint bakery hummed with the comforting aroma of freshly baked pastries. A flurry of whispers and clinking cups filled the air as two friends huddled over a corner table, their eyes darting between each other and the bakery door. "You're sure it was Clara who found the body?" one asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Positive. She was the one who called the police first thing this morning." "But why would anyone want to kill poor Mr. Thompson?" "That's what we're trying to figure out. And before you ask, yes, the famous emerald necklace was missing." "Oh, dear. This will be all over town by sundown." "Which is why we have to find out who did it first." "But where do we even start?" "Well, for one, we know that Mr. Thompson had a few enemies in town. And he wasn't exactly discreet about his latest business deals." "You think it has something to do with that abandoned mill?" "Could be. Either way, we need to get to the bottom of this before the whole town is thrown into chaos." "Okay. What's our first move?" "We'll start by talking to Clara and gathering as much information as we can. Then, we'll pay a visit to the mill and see what we can find." "Got it. Let's do this."