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"The croissants this morning are as flaky as the rumors about Mr. Whitaker’s missing cat." "I swear I saw a paw print in the flour on the counter yesterday. It was tiny—like a kitten’s, not a dog’s." "Do you think it's just the wind blowing in the bakery door, or could someone be hiding a feline under the trays?" "Well, the delivery boy mentioned a stray cat lingering near the back alley. He said the owner’s porch lights were off, which is odd for this town." "Strange, especially since Mrs. Penelope has been baking pies for the church fundraiser; she never lets anything stray near her dough." "Maybe the cat is a messenger—perhaps someone used it to slip a note into the pantry." "The note about the missing heirloom was tucked inside that bag of sugar, right? I found it tucked between the packets." "Exactly. And the sugar jar is still full; the thief must have been clever enough not to take any." "So the cat could have carried the note away, or maybe someone used the cat’s path to hide their footprints." "Either way, we should check the back door. If the cat left a trail, it might lead us straight to the missing necklace." "The bakery’s warm and soothing, but I have a feeling the answer is waiting in the cold shadow behind the delivery hatch."