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The bell above the door chimed as the last tray of cinnamon rolls found its place in the display case. "You heard about Mrs. Pemberton's pie, didn't you?" "Hard not to. The whole town's talking. A hundred-dollar bill baked right into the crust." "Three of them, actually. And she swears she didn't put them there." "That's the thing, isn't it? Who stuffs money into someone else's pie?" The flour-dusted apron swished against the counter as the baker leaned closer. "I was working late Tuesday. Saw her back door open around midnight. Light on in the kitchen. I figured she was prepping for the church bake sale." "She doesn't bake, though. Not since her husband passed. Everyone knows that." "Exactly." A pause settled between them, warm as the ovens humming in the back. "So someone else was in her kitchen." "That's what I'm thinking. And Mrs. Pemberton is too proud to admit she doesn't know who." The front window fogged gently. Outside, the cobblestone square sat quiet under a gray November sky. "You going to the town meeting tonight?" "Wouldn't miss it. Someone in Harmony Falls has some explaining to do."