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The aroma of warm cardamom and roasting pecans filled the air of The Crumb & Kettle. Rain tapped gently against the bakery’s leaded glass window. “Did you find it behind the deck oven?” “No, it was tucked right inside the pastry flour bin. Hidden under three inches of stone-ground wheat.” “You’re joking. Why would Arthur hide his spare key there?” “It’s not his key. Look at the crest.” “Good heavens. That’s the Blackwood family seal. But Clara sold the manor three years ago.” “Exactly. And the reclusive new owner swore he’d never set foot in the village.” “Yet someone bought six raspberry tarts yesterday afternoon with a crisp, fifty-dollar bill.” “And dropped a silver key in our flour?” “Arthur was measuring the ingredients. He must have been distracted when they reached over the counter.” “Or someone wanted us to find it.” A kitchen timer dinged, cutting through the flour-dusted air. A tray of lavender scones was pulled from the oven, sizzling on the cooling rack. “We can't go to the sheriff yet.” “No. Not until we find out who really ordered those tarts.”