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The bell above the door jingled, but the woman who stepped in didn't look like she wanted a cinnamon roll. "You're closed early." "Just cleaning up. What can I get you?" "Nothing, actually. I'm looking for information about the woman who used to own this place." "Marlene? She's been gone ten years." "Not from town. From everything. Her niece says she left behind a recipe box. Lemon bars with a secret ingredient nobody could ever copy." "The lemon bars were famous. Half the church potluck depended on them." "So where's the recipe box?" "If I knew that, don't you think I'd have baked them by now?" "You tell me. You were the last person to see her before she disappeared." "I was sixteen! I swept floors and washed mixing bowls." "And then you inherited the bakery." "Because I loved this place. Because she taught me everything she knew—except that one recipe." "Curious, isn't it? The one thing she kept locked away." "She kept it in the safe. It was empty when I opened it." "Maybe you should have looked harder." "Maybe you should try the lemon bars on the counter. I made them last night. From memory." The woman took a bite, chewing slowly. Her eyes narrowed. "They taste... exactly like hers." "Exactly?" "Exactly. Which means she taught you more than you're admitting."