The aroma of fresh bread curled through the air as Marge dusted powdered sugar over a tray of scones. Behind her, the bell above the door jingled, and Lily stepped inside, clutching a lemon pie. "Hey, Marge. I heard something odd last night. You know that old Miller place? I saw a light flickering through the window." Marge paused, knife mid-air. "Really? I passed by yesterday; all was dark. Maybe someone’s been sneaking over there." "Lucky for us, it’s not just the town’s secrets hiding in the shadows. Did you notice Mr. Jenkins loafing around the market earlier? I swear he looked nervous." Marge set down her spatula. "Jenkins? Nah, I saw him arguing with that new handyman. Maybe he’s worried about the old house? Or—" She hesitated. "Could be something more? Haven’t seen him like that before." Lily leaned in, lowering her voice. "Well, whatever’s going on, I think it has to do with that missing necklace. Remember how Mrs. Carter said it vanished last week?" Marge’s eyes widened. "You think… it’s connected to all this? We better keep an eye out." A bell jingled again as the door swung open, casting a fleeting shadow of suspicion across the cozy shop.