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The bell above the door chimed, and warm cinnamon air wrapped around Marnie as she stepped inside Sunrise Bakery. "Morning, sweetheart." Mrs. Peabody wiped flour from her hands on her apron, her silver bun catching the light. "You're early." "Couldn't sleep." Marnie slid onto a worn stool at the counter. "Sheriff's office called. Another break-in on Maple Street." "Third one this month." Mrs. Peabody set down a plate with a still-warm scone. "You need something stronger than coffee." "Just coffee." Marnie tore the scone, steam rising between her fingers. "The Hendersons' shop. Again." "That poor woman." Mrs. Peabody's voice dropped. "She thinks it's personal." "She thinks it's her ex-husband." "She thinks a lot of things." A knowing pause. "My nephew delivers bread to the diner. Says a man in a green jacket asks about the Hendersons' schedule every Tuesday." Marnie's cup froze halfway to her lips. "Green jacket," she repeated. "Forest green. Baseball cap pulled low." Mrs. Peabody leaned closer. "You didn't hear that from me." "I heard nothing." Marnie finished her coffee in one swallow. "But I'm buying a dozen of whatever's behind that counter. For research." "Research." Mrs. Peabody smiled, already reaching for a paper bag. "You always were a terrible liar, Marnie Chen." "And you're a terrible secret-keeper." "Evidently." She winked. "On the house. Consider it interest."