Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7KC6VS4M2K1TDFYV29EYH

The bell above the door of Sweet Loaf Bakery tinkled softly, letting in a gust of autumn chill. Flour dusted the wooden counters, and the air hummed with the scent of cinnamon scones fresh from the oven. "Morning, dear. Your black coffee and blueberry muffin?" "Make it two muffins—I've got company coming. But have you heard? Old Mr. Wilkins keeled over right in his garden shed yesterday." "No! Heart attack?" "That's what they're saying, but I saw him arguing with that new fellow at the hardware store just last week. Over some antique clock, of all things." "Antique clock? Like the one from the estate sale?" "Exactly. And get this—Widow Hargrove swears she saw Wilkins sneaking around her backyard the night before. With a shovel." "A shovel? In the dark? Sounds fishy." "Very. Pass the cream, will you? I'm thinking we should poke around that shed ourselves. After tea, of course." "Count me in. Nothing like a spot of sleuthing with scones." The kettle whistled as steam curled upward, veiling their whispers in the cozy glow of the bakery lamps. Outside, maple leaves swirled like clues waiting to be chased.