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The door bell jingled, though the mood in the bakery was anything but sweet. Flour dusted the air like morning fog. "Did you see the way Mayor Higgins eyed the sourdough starter?" "I saw. It wasn't the look of a man hungry for breakfast. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what was hidden in that crock." "Hidden? There's only flour and water in there, Elara. You're imagining things again." "Am I imagining why the lid was off this morning and the jar is filled with wet sand? And why old Mr. Henderson was spotted lurking by the back door at midnight, wiping his boots?" "Sand? That's absurd. Probably just the raccoons." "Raccoons don't steal a silver locket and leave behind a clue written in berry jam. Besides, the police are already asking questions about the missing necklace. If we don't get these scones on the rack in the next thirty seconds, the Book Club is going to riot before they find out who really took the Mayor's heirloom." "Thirty seconds?" "You have until the timer dings. Move it, or explain it to the Sheriff yourself." "If the locket turns up in the yeast bucket, I'm blaming you."