The bell above the door jingled softly as Lily stepped into the bakery, immediately greeted by the warm scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon. “Morning, Lily! Back so soon?” Mrs. Harper grinned, wiping flour off her hands on her apron. “Couldn’t resist,” Lily replied, eyeing the display case. “Those blueberry muffins look irresistible today.” “Ah, a woman after my own heart,” Mrs. Harper chuckled. “But you’ve got a sharp eye—someone’s been sneaking another muffin off the shelf.” She lowered her voice. “Caught young Tommy eyeing the fig bars a bit too eagerly yesterday.” Lily smirked. “That boy has a sweet tooth. Do you know what I found yesterday?” Mrs. Harper leaned in. “Tell me.” “A torn-up piece of fabric near Mrs. Jenkins’ fence. Looks like someone was sneaking around after hours.” Mrs. Harper’s brow furrowed. “Could be nothing, or… well, you know how folks get around here.” Lily shrugged. “Just a hunch. I think I’ll ask around. Someone might be curious about the missing jewelry.” Mrs. Harper handed her a paper bag. “Here, take a muffin on the house. Stay safe, Lily.” Lily grinned. “Thanks. I’ll keep my eyes open.”