Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94T5ZYQ7K1J91SX45RTWMN

The bell above the door gave a cheerful chime, cutting through the thick scent of proofing yeast and burnt sugar. "She wasn't there last night, you know." "At the bingo hall? Honestly, that’s for the birds." "No, at the library fundraiser. The historical committee meeting she hasn't missed in forty years." "Maybe she had a touch of the flu. It's been going around since the fall festival." "With her rain gear still hanging on the hook by the back door? I saw it through the kitchen window." "You shouldn't be peeking through windows before you’ve even had your first coffee." "I was dropping off a fresh jar of sourdough starter. It’s neighborly, not nosy." "And the starter? Is it still sitting on the porch?" "Gone. But the mail is piling up like a snowdrift in her box." "That’s certainly not like her. Not with the regional bridge tournament starting on Friday." "Exactly. And Arthur claims he saw a black sedan idling near the duck pond around midnight." "Arthur sees shadows where there aren't any, especially after a pint at the pub." "This shadow had out-of-state plates and a broken taillight." "Fine. Let me pull these scones. We’ll go check on her as soon as the shop is locked." "Double batch of blueberry?" "Naturally. We’ll need the sugar for the shock."