Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5CWM4K6N67WRPNQAZN7Q2

The bell above the door of The Rolling Pin jingled merrily. “I was beginning to think you’d skip your morning bun. I saved you the one with the extra pecans.” “You’re a lifesaver. I wouldn’t miss it, or the gossip. I’m just late because of the commotion over at the old Henderson place.” “Don’t tell me. Police cars? Again?” “Three of them! And an ambulance, quietly. No lights. It’s all very hushed.” “Old Mr. Henderson passed last winter. The place has been empty. Who on earth would be causing a commotion there?” “That’s just it. No one knows. But Marjorie from the flower shop saw a woman in a very expensive coat being led out to a squad car. She wasn’t wearing any shoes.” “No shoes? In this chill? My goodness. That is a mystery.” “Isn’t it just? It gets stranger. They say she was clutching a single, slightly burnt, baguette.”