Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ95GS6WZH5PF8NBMYQ2HY

The bell above the door jingled as the morning rush began to thin. The scent of cinnamon and butter hung thick in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. “You’re out early. Didn’t expect to see you here before noon.” “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.” “Still thinking about what happened at the library?” “How could I not? Poor Mrs. Holloway—found like that, in the reference section.” “Terrible business. But you know how this town is. Everyone’s got an opinion.” “And half of them are wrong.” A chuckle. “Fair enough. Still, you’re the one who found her. Must’ve been a shock.” “You could say that. Though I suppose it’s better than being the one who… well, you know.” “Don’t go there. You’re not that kind of person.” “Maybe not. But I can’t help wondering if I missed something.” “Like what?” “A clue. A sound. Anything.” “Or maybe it’s just the guilt talking.” “Maybe.” The barista slid two coffees across the counter. “On the house. You both look like you need it.” A grateful smile. “Thanks, Marla.” “Anytime. Just… try not to dwell too much. The sheriff’s on it.” “Right. The sheriff.” A pause. Then, softly: “We should talk to him. Together.” “Agreed. But first—another cinnamon roll?”