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The glass display case was fogged with the warmth of the ovens, the morning air thick with the scent of cinnamon and toasted pecans. "Did you lock the back door last night?" "Of course I did. I always do. You think I’d forget after what happened to Old Man Hemlock?" "Well, someone was in here. I found this in the proofing drawer this morning." "Good heavens. Is that a locket?" "Open it." "It’s stuck. The hinge is rusted shut. Where exactly in the drawer was it?" "Tucked right under the sourdough towels. And there was flour tracked all over the floor, leading right to the back alley." "I swear I swept that floor at midnight. You don't think it was him, do you?" "The stranger staying at the inn? He was the only one walking around the square at that hour. Martha saw him from her window." "What would a drifter want with my proofing drawer?" "Maybe he wasn't after the drawer. Maybe he was after what’s hidden beneath it." "Don't say things like that. This is a bakery, not a detective agency." "Tell that to the muddy footprints."