Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVP1K07Z8YFDYWVK4FK1TEH

The bell above the Sugar Creek Bakery door jingled, letting in a gust of crisp autumn air that mingled with the heavy, comforting scent of cinnamon rolls and rising yeast. Powdery flour dusted the glass of the wooden display case, partially obscuring the last two blueberry scones. "I heard the police cordoned off the gazebo." "At seven this morning. Sheriff Higgins looked like he hadn't slept a wink." "Did they find out what the murder weapon was?" "Not officially. But Doc Lewis was asking an awful lot of questions about almond extract." "Cyanide?" "Smells exactly the same. And Eleanor always did insist on making her famous cherry tartlets for the harvest festival." "You don't think Eleanor..." "I'm not saying anything. But you know as well as I do she threatened to ruin Mayor Gable's reelection if he didn't approve her zoning permit." "Good heavens. Will you look at that? The blueberry scones are on sale." "Half price. I brought them out fresh at dawn, but figured they wouldn't sell much with all the commotion." "I'll take both. It's going to be a long night of sifting through the town council minutes." "Put your purse away. They're on the house, provided you tell me exactly what you find."