Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ012VCJ9VD64FN2H5MN6096

"Did you see the way he rushed out of here yesterday? Left his bear claw half-eaten on the table by the window." "He always does that when he's nervous. Fidgets, picks at the glaze, leaves a mess of crumbs on the floor." "Nervous about what, though? The mayor's charity auction?" "Don't be naive. It was right after she walked in. The woman in the dark raincoat, smelling of wet wool and cheap perfume." "I didn't get a good look at her face. She ordered the black coffee, sat in the corner booth, and hardly touched it." "Exactly. Who comes to a bakery and just drinks black coffee?" "Someone who doesn't care about your sourdough?" "Someone who isn't from around here. They talked by the jam shelf. Whispered. Then he turned pale, grabbed his coat, and ran out into the rain." "Leaving his wallet on the counter. It’s still in the register drawer, by the way." "I know. I looked through it. No driver's license, just an old photograph of the lighthouse. And a brass room key to the inn on Maple Street." "You didn't." "I did. And I’m going to find out why a stranger from that inn wants my best customer to disappear."