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The copper bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, yeasty scent of freshly baked sourdough. "Tell me you didn't find another one." "It was tucked right behind the flour bin. A third key, brass, with the exact same crescent moon carved into the bow." "The police are going to start thinking we’re the ones hiding them." "Not if we find the lock first. Look at the wear on these teeth. This isn't for a diary or a jewelry box. This is heavy-duty. A cellar door, maybe. Or a safe." "Keep your voice down. Mrs. Gable is eyeing the raspberry tarts, but she has the ears of a bat." "She’s eighty-two and currently humming 'Rock of Ages' off-key. She isn't listening to us. Now, did Arthur leave any other ledgers in the back office?" "Just the ones from ninety-four. But the spine on the October notebook was split. Like someone had stuffed something extra inside and then ripped it out in a hurry." "The missing deed." "Precisely. Flour your hands and act natural. Mrs. Gable is heading for the register, and she looks like she wants to gossip about the mayor's tomatoes."