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The morning rush had faded, leaving the bakery warm and quiet. The smell of cinnamon rolls still hung in the air as the last customer pushed through the door. "Did you hear about the missing necklace at the Hargrove estate?" "Everyone's heard. Margaret Hargrove hasn't stopped telling anyone who'll listen." A tray of sourdough loaves slid onto the cooling rack with a soft thud. "She came in yesterday, bought six croissants, and talked my ear off for forty minutes." "Do you think it was stolen?" "That necklace has been in their family for three generations. Things like that don't just wander off on their own." Flour dusted across the wooden counter as another batch of dough was turned out. "Besides, they had that dinner party Friday night. Twelve guests, all sitting pretty in that grand dining room." "Twelve suspects, you mean." A small laugh broke the quiet. "I didn't say that." "You were thinking it." "I was thinking these brioche need another ten minutes." The oven door creaked open. "Though I will say, Robert Finley looked awfully nervous when he picked up his birthday cake this morning." "Did he now." "He did."