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The bell above the door jingled as the morning rush faded, leaving the warm scent of cinnamon hanging in the air. "You heard about Margaret, didn't you?" "Heard what? I've been buried in dough since five." "They found her locket. The gold one with the rose engraving." "That's wonderful! She's been frantic looking for it since the church social." "That's just it. They found it tangled in Harold's fishing net. Down by the dock." A long pause stretched between them, broken only by the soft tick of the wall clock. "But Margaret never goes near the water. She's terrified of it. Has been since we were girls." "Exactly. So how did her locket end up there?" "Maybe Harold borrowed it? Men do strange things sometimes." "Harold hasn't spoken two words to Margaret in fifteen years. Not since the bake-off scandal of '09." The clatter of a dropped rolling pin punctuated the silence. "You don't think... surely you're not suggesting—" "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm simply saying it's peculiar. And that the sheriff might want to know before he writes it off as nothing." "Pour me another coffee, would you? If we're going to talk about this properly, I'll need something stronger than these scones to keep my hands steady."