Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXV1923KMXM4HJVA2Z0RYC

"Are you absolutely certain he didn't touch the lemon drizzle?" "He didn't even look at the display case, let alone reach behind the counter. He came in for a black coffee, complained about the humidity, and left." "People don't just drop dead of cyanide poisoning from a black coffee, unless the beans were grown in a witch’s garden." "Lower your voice. Mrs. Higgins is hovering by the scones, and she has ears like a bat." "She’s deaf in her left ear, and she’s too busy trying to decide if the apricot glaze is too tart today. Did you see who he was talking to outside?" "Just the postman, but that was twenty minutes before he collapsed. Look, there’s a smudge of blue powder on the rim of that mug he left on the bistro table." "Don't touch it! That’s cornflower starch. Nobody in this town uses that except the person who won the bake-off last year." "The one who lost to you by a single point?" "Exactly. And if you think I’m going to let them frame me for a murder in my own shop, you’re sadly mistaken."