Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DGE0MXSBFFNQ0XGMYAAK1

The little brass bell above the door had barely stopped shivering when the first words cut through the warm, yeast-scented air. “You’re hiding a body in the walk-in freezer, aren’t you?” “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s strictly for the bulk butter and the seasonal fruit compotes. The health inspector would have a field day.” “Oh, so the health inspector is the line, not the actual, you know, murder. That’s comforting. Is that why the éclairs are half-price? A little ‘sorry-for-the-inconvenience-of-a-crime-scene’ discount?” “The éclairs are half-price because you distracted me, and I forgot the salt in the first batch. Not everything is a conspiracy. Hand me the piping bag.” “Fine. But explain the single yellow crime-scene glove on the counter next to the sprinkle rack. Very chic, very fashionable, very ‘I-just-finished-something-nefarious.’" “That’s an oven mitt. An oven mitt with a whimsical sunflower print. I dropped the other one behind the industrial mixer. Now, are you here to interrogate me or are you going to buy a croissant?”