It was a crisp autumn morning in Millford, and the bakery was bustling with the day's first customers. Alice stood behind the counter, her hands deftly arranging freshly baked croissants into the display case. The rich aroma of butter and cinnamon filled the air, enticing locals to step inside. A tall figure clad in a long coat entered, their face partially hidden by a scarf. They approached the counter, removing their gloves. "Good morning. What can I get for you today? Our cinnamon scrolls are divine." "I'm here for information, not pastries." The raspy voice betrayed their attempt at a casual tone. "I heard a rumor about a certain heirloom. Something passed down generations, worth a pretty penny." Alice's eyes narrowed. "Oh? I'm not sure I know what you're referring to. But if there's something I can help you find in Millford, feel free to ask." "Don't play innocent, Miss Baker. I know the Kendall brooch is here. I just need to know who brought it into town." Alice's grip tightened on the rolling pin nearby. "Well, you'll have to excuse my ignorance. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a batch of scones ready for the oven." With that, she turned, leaving the mysterious stranger standing amidst the delicious aroma of Millford's beloved bakery.