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The bell above the door chimed softly as she stepped inside, brushing flour from her apron. "You're early. I just pulled the scones from the oven." "Couldn't sleep. Keeps nagging at me — the way the will was phrased, the new lock on the study door." "Nobody ever locks a study door in Havenwood unless they've got something worth hiding." "She told me last week she'd been meeting someone. Wouldn't say who. Said it would all make sense soon." "Nothing makes sense when people speak in riddles, Martha. Especially not dead ones." A tray of cinnamon rolls cooled on the counter between them, steam curling gently upward. "I found a receipt in her coat pocket. Royal Street. The antique shop — the one that closed before she died." "The Harrington woman closed the shop three days after your aunt's funeral. No explanation. Just a *closed* sign on the door and a moving truck." They exchanged a look that held more questions than answers. "Two cups of coffee, then?" "Make it three. I'll want a reason to come back tomorrow."