Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VG7AZCB7HV76KF3R41937

The morning rush had thinned, leaving the bakery smelling of cinnamon and warm bread. A glass display case stretched across the counter, crowded with loaves and pastries that hadn't yet sold. The door chimed as the last customer left. "Did you hear about the Whitmore place? Police were there again last night." "Third time this month." A tray slid onto the counter with a soft clatter. "Grace Whitmore came in yesterday, bought six of the almond croissants. Looked like she hadn't slept in weeks." "Can you blame her? Her brother missing, all that money unaccounted for." "She said something strange, actually. Said Harold had been asking about the old Fenwick property before he disappeared. Said he'd gotten real secretive about it." "The Fenwick land? Nobody's touched that place in twenty years." "Exactly what I thought." A cloth moved slowly across the glass case. "But then this morning, I found something when I opened up. Someone pushed it under the door overnight." "What was it?" A folded piece of paper appeared on the counter between them. Two words were written inside, in hurried, shaking handwriting. *Stop asking.* "Should we call Sheriff Daley?" "Already did."