Run: 2026-02-26-01KJBM1HKB5ESH3S73SCEPW5RQ

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy scent of cinnamon and rising yeast. Flour dusted the marble counter like fresh snow, undisturbed except for a single, smudged handprint near the register. "You're early." "The body was found at dawn. I needed caffeine." "We have blueberry scones too. Warm from the oven." "Just the coffee. Black. And listen, the flour sack found near the scene... it matches your brand." "Everyone in Oakhaven buys from the same mill." "But the stitching on the burlap is unique. You know that." "I bake, I don't investigate." "Then explain why the killer used a rolling pin to break the lock." "That's not a rolling pin. That's a dough scraper. Heavy cast iron." "Details matter." "So do receipts. Check the ledger. I sold three scrapers yesterday." "To whom?" "The mayor. For his prize-winning apple tart." "The mayor?" "He likes to knead his dough. Hard. Aggressive." "Coffee's getting cold." "Drink it. Before the police arrive." "They're already here." The bell chimed again, louder this time. The steam from the mug curled into the cold morning air. "Did you see the mayor leave?" "I saw him buy the scraper." "And the flour?" "He bought a bag. Large one." "Why?" "He bakes every Sunday." "So he's innocent?" "I don't know. But he kneads hard."