The scent of fresh sourdough filled the warm kitchen as snow drifted past the bakery's foggy windows. "Did you hear about old Mrs. Henderson's antique brooch?" "The one with the emeralds? That's been in her family for generations." "Well, it's gone missing. Right after the holiday craft fair at the community center." "No! She wore it that day, didn't she? I remember how it sparkled under those awful fluorescent lights." "That's the strange part. She swears she had it when she left, but by the time she got home..." "Just like the missing pearls from the museum last month." "And the vintage ring from the consignment shop." "You don't think—" "That we have a jewelry thief in Millbrook Falls? Three incidents in three months can't be a coincidence." The timer dinged, and the fresh batch of cranberry scones released their buttery aroma into the air. "Speaking of the craft fair... didn't that new vendor, the one selling handmade soaps, mention she used to be a jeweler?" "The one who just bought the old Carter place on Maple Street?" "Mmhmm. Interesting timing, wouldn't you say?"