Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDHBCK9RQC8M345CZK870Z

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy scent of burnt sugar and fresh yeast. "You're early." "The flour delivery came an hour ago. I smelled the dust before I smelled the rain." "And the note?" "Still in the pocket of the apron. Folded tight, like a secret." "Did you read it?" "Just the first line. The blueberries were never for the scones." "That's not right. Mrs. Gable ordered the whole batch for the gala." "Exactly. Why would she need a warning about the fruit?" "Maybe it wasn't a warning. Maybe it was a threat." "In a bakery?" "In a town like this, everything is a threat. Especially when the town council is hiding something." "I baked the loaf myself. No poison in the mix." "Then who put the paper inside?" "Someone who knew the oven timer. Someone who knew I wouldn't check the batch until noon." "Or someone who knew the recipe." "Pass the kettle. We need to talk about the flour supplier." "The one who vanished last Tuesday?" "The very same. And he left his signature on the receipt." "Show me." "It's under the register. Wrapped in wax paper." "You're playing with fire." "I prefer to call it baking."