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“I can’t find the blueberry pie recipe. It’s gone.” “Gone? You mean you misplaced it?” “No, I mean gone. The page was torn clean out of the book.” “Who would do that? And why?” “I don’t know. But I saw someone lingering by the shelf yesterday. Felt a draft when I turned my back.” “Who?” “Mildred Pringle. She was asking about the secret ingredient. Said her crusts never came out right.” “Mildred? She wouldn’t… she’s been coming here for years.” “Wouldn’t she? Her bakery on Maple Street just closed. She’s desperate for that fair ribbon.” “Still, that’s a stretch. Maybe it fell out.” “And the flour spill this morning? Someone sabotaged my batch. Salt in the sugar bin. My first scones were a disaster.” “That’s not like you. You always double-check.” “I know. But I was distracted. Someone wanted me to fail tomorrow.” “This is serious. We should call the sheriff.” “And say what? That I have a rival? He’ll laugh. No, I need to catch her red-handed.” “How?” “Tomorrow. At the fair. She’ll use my recipe. I’d know that crust anywhere.”