Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEYZ5AHT4XFVCPDCQF587Y

The scent of rosemary focaccia clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of espresso. Flour dusted the counter like snow on a winter morning. A bell chimed softly as the door opened, but the guest didn't step further. "You've got a new customer waiting in the corner." "I know. Been there since dawn." "He didn't order anything." "Just drinks the black coffee." "Strange behavior for a Tuesday." "Especially for a man who hates the light." "Maybe he's hiding from the heat." "Or from his past." "He asked for the blueberry muffin. I told him we don't make them." "A lie?" "Always." "You're getting good at it." "Survival tactic." "He's not leaving the church parking lot. Sheriff Miller saw him." "Miller sees everything." "But he doesn't see what matters. The letter in his coat pocket?" "Yes. The one he stole from the mayor." "Well, bring him a scone. He looks hungry." "Why?" "Because hunger makes people talk. And he's been quiet for too long." "Maybe the scones will loosen his tongue." "Better than the Sheriff's heavy questions." "At least the Sheriff charges interest." "Then let the warm scones fly. And keep an eye on the back door." "Always do."