Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFGJBXZXH9ASAC3FA8843W

The scent of fresh bread and cinnamon rolls wafted through the cozy bakery. An elderly woman with a shock of white hair approached the counter where a younger woman was arranging a display of colorful macarons. "Lovely day, isn't it, dear?" the older woman remarked, eyeing the pastries. "It certainly is, Mrs. Henderson. What can I get for you today?" "Oh, I think I'll have my usual, that delicious blueberry scone. And perhaps one of those lemon bars as well. For my grandson," she added with a wink. The younger woman carefully placed the treats in a small white bag. "Here you are. That will be $6.75." As Mrs. Henderson rummaged through her purse for her wallet, she leaned in conspiratorially. "Did you hear about poor Mr. Abernathy? Found dead in his study last night. Such a tragedy." The younger woman's hand stilled. "No, I hadn't heard. That's awful. Do they know what happened?" "Heart attack, they're saying. But I wouldn't be surprised if it was something more sinister. That man had plenty of enemies." Mrs. Henderson accepted her bag and patted the younger woman's hand. "You be careful now, dear. This town has more secrets than you'd think."