Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK12NYNYAE8SRXZT5X6CMJ6

The scent of cinnamon hung heavy in the air, masking something sharper beneath the sugar. A hand slammed a ceramic mug onto the counter, coffee sloshing over the rim. "You heard nothing?" "Just the oven timer. And the sirens wailing past." "Not around here. Not at midnight." Flour dusted the apron tied tight around a waist that hadn't moved from behind the register. "Midnight's for sleeping. Or kneading dough." "Someone saw your van near the library steps." A metal spatula clattered against the stainless steel prep table, echoing off the tile. "My van stays in the garage. You know the lock sticks." "Then explain the mud on the tires. Red clay. Only found down by the creek where they found him." "I deliver to the campsite." "In November? With the snow coming?" Silence stretched, filled only by the low hum of the display case lights. A blueberry muffin was wrapped in wax paper and slid aggressively across the surface. "Eat. You're getting cranky." "Don't change the subject." "I'm not. Just saying, hungry people see things that aren't there." "And full people hide things that are." The baker turned away, checking the trays with a little too much focus, wiping an already clean spot. "Next customer."