The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the sweet scent of cinnamon as the bell above the door jingled. "Morning! You're here early today." "Couldn't resist the call of your blueberry scones. They’re practically famous around town now." "Flattery will get you a free coffee. How's the investigation going?" "Slow. You'd think in a town this size, secrets would be hard to keep." "People have a way of hiding things in plain sight. Like that time Mrs. Thompson swore she lost her cat, only to find it napping in her laundry basket." "True, but this isn't a missing cat. It's a missing necklace, and a valuable one at that." "Do you think it was stolen?" "Possibly. Or misplaced. But the owner insists it was taken." "Have you talked to everyone who was at the garden party?" "Yes, and everyone has an alibi. It's like the necklace vanished into thin air." "Maybe it’s hiding in plain sight, like Mrs. Thompson’s cat." "Perhaps. I might need to look at things from a different angle." "Well, if you need a fresh perspective, you know where to find me. I’m always here, with scones and secrets." "I might just take you up on that. Thanks for the coffee."