Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB1ZQ7TQV2S46VTXH3K8YZ

"Close the door gently; the bell tattles." "You bake secrets with the scones now?" "Someone already did. They left me a note under the rye." "A recipe card?" "Worse, a grocery receipt with a map in grease." "Map to?" "My starter jar. Eleanor. She’s gone." "Eleanor is sourdough, not a person." "She fed half this town their crusts." "Who would kidnap a jar of bubbles?" "Someone who knows she wins blue ribbons." "Check under the proofing cloth—" "Only fingerprints in flour. See? Spiral, like a crocheted glove." "Mrs. Pritchard’s gloves do that." "Mrs. Pritchard can’t lift a mixer. No, this was lighter. The bell rang at five fifteen." "Are you timing the gossip with cinnamon?" "I bake memory into everything." "Then remember the man with the lighthouse tie." "The antique dealer?" "He bought day-old baguettes, paid with a button." "Brass with an anchor?" "And a smear of starter on the thread. Sea-salt crystals, too." "He rents the boathouse. Humidity would keep Eleanor alive." "You distract him with lemon bars; I’ll check his cooler." "And if he baked a ransom note into a tart?" "Then we’ll slice until the truth flakes." "Wear the oven mitts. Cozy capers scorch fast."