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The bell above the door jingled as Margaret swept in, flour still dusting her sleeves from the morning rush. "You'll never guess what I found behind the sourdough starter." "Please tell me it's not another mouse. I cannot handle another mouse, Margaret." "Worse. Or better. I haven't decided." "That's not reassuring." "Mrs. Pemberton's missing brooch." "The sapphire one? The one she swore was stolen at the garden club luncheon?" "Tucked right between the jars, wrapped in a napkin from the Rose Café." "The Rose Café closed in April." "Exactly." "So someone hid it here before April, and no one noticed until today?" "Or someone wanted it found today. I moved those jars last Tuesday and there was nothing there, I'd swear on my grandmother's rolling pin." "Which means whoever took it still has a key to this bakery." "Or knows where I keep the spare." "Under the gnome by the back step." "How do you know that?" "Margaret, everyone in town knows that. You told Linda at the quilting circle, and Linda told—" "Oh, for heaven's sake." "Put the kettle on. We're making a list." "Of suspects?" "Of everyone who's ever attended quilting circle."