"Oh, I'm so glad you could make it, Detective. Please, have a seat." The bakery owner's voice was light and cheery, at odds with the gravity of the situation. "I appreciate your cooperation, Mrs. Wilkins. As I mentioned, I have some questions about the events leading up to your employee, Jenna's disappearance." "Of course, Detective. I'll tell you everything I know, but there's not much to tell. Jenna's been a model employee for years. This just doesn't make sense." "Any arguments with customers or fellow employees recently? maybe a disagreement with her boyfriend?" "I can't imagine. Jenna's always been so sweet. Her boyfriend, well, I don't think they've been together long." "I see. And what about the bakery itself? Any thefts or issues you've noticed lately?" "Not in years! We take security very seriously. I just don't know what to think." "Don't worry, Mrs. Wilkins, we'll get to the bottom of this. If you think of anything else, no matter how small, please don't hesitate to call." "I will, Detective. You'll bring her back safe, won't you? I have a strange feeling in my gut." The detective paused, his expression guarded. "I'll do my very best, Mrs. Wilkins. That's all any of us can do." As he left the bakery, a few stray crumbs fell from his coat, silent evidence of the interrogation that had just taken place.