Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJPF55N2P27D5XJV59KA4Y

The brass bell above the door jingled, cutting through the steady hum of the espresso machine. Flour dust motes danced in the shafts of morning light, illuminating the rich scent of warm yeast and cinnamon. The oven hummed softly behind her. "You look tired, dear. Rough night?" "Just couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind." "The lemon tarts are fresh. Want one?" "No, I need coffee. Black. And tell me, did you see the police car parked outside the mill yesterday?" "I did. Sheriff Miller looked grim. Said it was a robbery." "Robbery? At the mill? Nothing was taken." "Maybe they're lying." "Or maybe they're hiding something. Did you notice the heavy flour sacks were rearranged?" "I noticed everything. The red sack was near the door." "That's odd. Usually, it's stored in the back. You think it's connected to the death?" "Someone knows more than they're letting on. Even the baker has ears." "Careful now. Walls have ears too." "I'll take two tarts. Wrap them up." "Coming right up. Don't worry, the coffee's on the house." "Thanks. I might need it." "Take your time. The mystery won't solve itself." "True. But the coffee helps." "Then drink up. We'll talk later."