Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV04Z17R8WK36JNT7HAFEHK

The bell above the door chimed, a cheery silver note that did little to lift the heavy atmosphere inside the shop. Flour dusted the mahogany counter like a light, persistent snowfall. "You’re early. The cinnamon rolls won’t be out of the oven for another ten minutes." "I’m not here for breakfast, and you know it." A heavy sigh followed, accompanied by the rhythmic thud of a rolling pin against a marble slab. "I told the sheriff exactly what I saw, and not a word more." "The sheriff is drinking free coffee in the back booth while half the county treats the gazebo crime scene like a public park. Someone needs to be honest about the girl in the velvet coat." "People talk too much in this town. If you start digging, you’ll find things buried deep under the flour and yeast that are better left undisturbed." "Some things are already rising to the surface. Look at the window, just past the display case." The rolling pin stilled. A soft, sharp intake of breath shattered the quiet. "Don’t you dare point at it. Whatever you do, don't let them see you looking toward the park."