Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HPB9SEYEY37003JMMTJZ2

“I swear, if one more person asks me if the murder weapon was a rolling pin, I’m going to use one on *them*.” “You’d have to get in line. Mrs. Henderson already called dibs. Said it would be ‘poetic justice’ for what that poor sourdough starter went through.” A pause, filled with the clink of a ceramic mug being set down. “Did you see the note she left pinned to the display case? ‘Dough not disturb’?” “That was Agnes. She’s been watching old detective shows. I caught her re-enacting the crime scene with the marzipan figurines.” “At least she used the buttercream frosting for the chalk outline. The forensic baker, indeed.” “Don’t laugh. The police chief said it was the most edible evidence he’d ever collected. He’s been back three times for the custard-filled autopsy photos.” “So… what’s the real story? You were here that morning.” “I was. He came in for his usual—a bear claw and a black coffee. Said it was for his car’s alibi. I didn’t ask. Then he just… fell. Face-first into the cinnamon display.” “And the knife?” “Oh, that was mine. Left it on the counter from slicing bread. The poor man’s heart just gave out. The knife was just a very sharp coincidence.” “So he wasn’t… you know.” “No. Just a greedy sweet tooth and a bad ticker. But you try telling that to the knitting circle. They already have three different suspects and a fourth for the sequel.”