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The bell above Honey Crust Bakery’s door had long stopped jingling, leaving only cinnamon roll steam curling toward the exposed rafters and the soft scratch of a whisk on a mixing bowl to wrap around the two people leaning against the flour-dusted back counter. A stack of lemon bars sat between them, powdered sugar dusting their sleeves. You said you found something tucked in the slats of the old pear pie case, the one we’re hauling to the historical society for the fall festival auction next week? Don’t glance over at the register. Mabel’s restocking the pickled peach jam jars, and she can’t know we have it yet. Her mom gave her that locket the day she graduated high school, lost it the same night the 1998 harvest queen pageant ended. Everyone thought it’d turned up in a ditch at the edge of town. It’s got the tiny blue pansy enamel right on the front, just like the missing poster taped to the bakery’s front door. How’d it end up crammed in a pie rack? Eleanor stashed it there. Remember she was mad Mabel beat her out for queen? Swore she’d make Mabel’s most prized possession disappear forever. Forgot all about it, I guess. Now we gotta return it without stirring up a fight that tanks the festival’s bake sale fundraiser.