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The bell above the door chimed as Margaret stepped inside, breathing in the warm scent of fresh bread and cinnamon. "I swear, Eleanor, I've never seen Harold act so strange." Margaret set her purse on the counter, peering out the window at the empty street. "Running out of his own shop in the middle of the day, and yesterday I found his reading glasses in the cemetery." Eleanor slid a plate of blueberry scones across the display case. "Now you know as well as I do that Harold has been odd ever since his brother passed. Grief does peculiar things to a person." "It's been six months. Besides, I saw him sneaking around behind the old mill yesterday evening." Margaret lowered her voice. "What if he's involved in something he's not telling us?" Eleanor laughed, but her eyes flickered toward the back room. "Involved in what? This is Millbrook, dear. The most exciting thing that happens here is when the Hendersons' cat gets stuck in the church bell tower." "Still doesn't explain the muddy footprints in his shop after closing time, or why he asked me about the combination to Martha's safe." Margaret bit into a scone. "I'm not saying he's dangerous. I'm just saying something's not right." Eleanor wiped down the counter, saying nothing.