Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJ6NSPZE8KZQG7467E1RV6

The bell chimed as the door swung shut, cutting off the rush of cold wind. Inside, the air was thick with cinnamon and yeast, a warm, sweet blanket against the chill. "Morning rush was quieter than usual today." "Too quiet." The woman behind the counter didn't turn from the kneading dough. "People are still spooked." "About the mayor?" "About everything." Flour dusted her apron like fresh snow. She wiped her hands on a faded blue towel. "You wouldn't happen to know why the police are asking about the delivery from yesterday." "Just a baguette shipment, isn't it?" "A baguette doesn't need a coroner’s note attached to the receipt." He leaned against the counter, eyes scanning the glass display case. "Maybe it was the cream puffs. Sweet, but hiding something rotten inside." "Nothing sweet about this town anymore." She picked up a metal tray, checking the crust. "Besides, the only thing going missing is your appetite for the truth." "I’m just here for coffee." "You came in after three a.m., Arthur." "I was checking the ovens." "Ovens simply don't run at three in the morning." "And they don't hide bodies in the dough." "Then maybe you better start checking the flour bags." "I am." "Good."