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The bell above the door chimed as Eleanor stepped inside, the warm scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. "Thought I might find you here, Margie. You always did disappear when the gossip got interesting." Eleanor smiled, brushing flour from her apron. "And you always knew exactly where to look. Coffee's fresh, if you want some." "Just the facts, then. Did you hear about the Hartwell estate? That old Victorian on Maple Street?" Eleanor's hands stilled on the counter. "The one everyone's been whispering about since poor Theodore passed?" "Exactly. Turns out there was a second will. And get this—it's missing." "Missing?" Eleanor leaned closer, her voice dropping. "Theo was meticulous. Everything documented, everything in order. What does the sheriff say?" "that's just it. Sheriff Davies is keeping quiet. Too quiet. You know how he gets when something doesn't add up." A comfortable silence settled between them as the afternoon sun streamed through the front windows. "You've always had a nose for trouble, Eleanor. And I've always been terrible at keeping secrets." "Some things never change." Eleanor slid a paper bag across the counter. "Now eat something. You'll need your strength for whatever trouble finds us next."