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The bell above the door chimed, but she barely glanced up from the pie crust she was rolling. "You're early today." "Couldn't sleep. The whole thing with Margaret's missing necklace has me tossing and turning." "Have you considered she simply misplaced it? The woman is eighty-seven." "She wore it to the church social on Saturday. She's certain someone took it from her jewelry box." "Who would steal from Margaret?" "That's just it. She's blaming Edith Greenwood." "Edith? That's absurd. They've been friends since kindergarten." "Margaret says Edith admired the necklace at the social. Kept touching it, asking about the clasp." A flour-dusted hand reached for the rolling pin. "Asking about a clasp isn't a crime." "She says she saw Edith lingering near her bedroom door when she thought no one noticed." "And she didn't mention this until now?" "You know Margaret. She didn't want to believe it." The crust was transferred to a pie tin with practiced hands. "What do you want me to do about it?" "You could talk to Edith. She listens to you." "I sell blueberry muffins and cinnamon rolls, dear. I'm not a detective." "Just ask her about the necklace. Casually."