Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ06DDPNNPQ2TA83DGKBDSCY

The smell of cinnamon and warm yeast hung thick in the air, mingling with the cheerful chime of the bell above the door. Near the display case, two figures stood close, their voices low. "Still no word? That's just not like Agatha. Up with the lark, baking her famous sourdough before dawn." "Not a peep. Not at the diner, not down at the library. Her door's been locked since yesterday afternoon." "That's not natural. She always leaves that window cracked, even in winter. Said the fresh air was essential for the starter." "Exactly. Something's wrong. Too quiet." "Old Man Henderson saw her arguing with someone near the old bridge yesterday afternoon. Said it got heated. Real heated." "Arguing? Agatha? Sweetest woman in town. Who'd she argue with?" "Don't know. Henderson said the other person was tall, wore a dark coat. Face was all shadows. Agatha looked frightened." "Frightened? That settles it. We need to check her place. Now. Before the sun sets." "You're right. This isn't just Agatha forgetting her appointments. This feels like trouble."