Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVPJQY4H15CXXJES5J1JT61

The bell above the frosted glass door jingled, ushering in a brisk autumn breeze that quickly surrendered to the heavy, warm aroma of melted butter and toasted cinnamon. "You're late." "I had to make sure the sheriff was looking the other way. Did you find it?" "Tucked right beneath the almond croissants display tray. Exactly where Mayor Higgins dropped it." "Careful. Don't let anyone outside see." "It's just a crumpled napkin. Who's going to care?" "When that napkin has the combination to the historical society's safe scribbled in blueberry jam? Half the town." "I still can't believe Higgins is the one who walked off with the founder's pocket watch." "He’s got a well-known weakness for antiques. And, apparently, your blueberry scones." "My scones are entirely innocent." "But the jam isn't. I matched the sticky purple smudge on the vault dial to this exact batch. You overcooked the pectin again." "I'll have you know my pectin ratio is flawless. It's the autumn humidity." "Whatever it was, it cracked the case. Slide it into the evidence envelope before the morning pastry rush hits." "Fine. But you're paying for a dozen of these croissants to keep my mouth shut." "Half a dozen." "Deal."