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The smell of cinnamon rolls hung heavy in the air as Margaret wiped down the display case for the third time that morning. "You're going to rub a hole clean through that glass." "I need something to do with my hands. Otherwise I'll start thinking about it again." "About the missing pie contest trophy?" "It's not just a trophy, Doris. That thing has been passed down for forty years. My grandmother's name is on it." "And you're certain someone took it? Couldn't it have just fallen behind the shelf?" "I checked. Twice. It was there Tuesday night when I locked up, and gone Wednesday morning." "Who else has a key?" "Just me, and Harold from the hardware store, in case of emergencies." "Well, there's your answer, isn't it?" "Harold wouldn't steal a trophy. He barely remembers where he parks his truck." "Maybe someone borrowed his spare without asking." Margaret set down her rag, eyes narrowing. "That's actually not a terrible thought." "I have my moments." "Don't let it go to your head. Now help me figure out who's been hanging around Harold's shop lately." "Right after I finish this croissant. Mystery-solving works better with butter."