Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZTWB4R3QYQCGZGMQ6N67X4

The bell above the door jingled as Margaret shook rain from her umbrella, the scent of cinnamon and yeast wrapping around her like a warm shawl. "You're soaked through. Sit. I'll bring tea." "Bless you. I came the moment I heard." "Heard what, exactly? Because if it's about Harold's prize rooster, I already know." "It's not the rooster. It's the key." A pause. The clink of a kettle being set down rather firmly on the counter. "What key?" "The one to the church hall. Vera says it went missing Tuesday night, and wouldn't you know, that's the very evening the silver collection plate disappeared." "Vera says a great many things between her second and third sherry." "She's sober as a judge this morning. I checked." "You checked?" "I may have dropped by with scones. For investigative purposes." "My scones, I presume." "Naturally. They open doors that warrants can't." A sigh, followed by the scrape of a chair being pulled close. "Alright. Tell me everything. But start with who had access to that hall on Tuesday, because I've a terrible suspicion, and it involves a certain churchwarden who ordered three dozen eclairs and never came to collect them."