Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0A5TXZ7SQJ3CC74609A583

"Did you hear about the mayor?" "I’m right in the middle of frosting the cinnamon rolls. Can it wait until the glaze sets?" "Not really. They found him in the rose garden this morning." "Passed out from the Founders' Day luncheon again? I told him my double-chocolate fudge was too rich for a third slice." "He wasn't passed out. He was dead. Facedown in the prize-winning pink floribundas." "Good heavens. Hand me that spatula. Dead? At his age?" "Well, he wasn't getting any younger, but he wasn't exactly expecting the grim reaper either. Doris from the post office says he was purple." "Purple? Like my blackberry preserves?" "More like a bruised eggplant. And he was clutching a half-eaten scone." "I didn't make any scones this week. I switched to croissants on Tuesdays." "Exactly. So whose scone was it?" "Don't look at me. I lock the kitchen door at six sharp." "Then someone brought him a deadly breakfast. Looks like we have a murderer right here in Maplecreek." "Just take a blueberry croissant and sit down. You’re frightening the sourdough starter."