Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6Z8550GJ8GA442Q1ES3G8Y

"Pass the blueberry scones before the mayor's wife spots us hiding by the flour sacks. She smells trouble." "I'm still thinking about the almonds. Old Man Miller swears he's allergic. He went down foaming right after the contest." "Maybe he wasn't eating the scone he thought he was. Look at the ledger I snatched. Mrs. Gable bought three pounds of bitter almonds yesterday. Does she own a cat?" "A cat? No." "The almonds were marked 'For the stray problem behind the church.' But Miller wore a silk tie. Lock the back door. If the sheriff kicks in, we were kneading dough. Wipe the ink off your thumb." "You're trembling. Put the rolling pin down. Miller's tie matches Clara's ribbon. This was revenge baked into a crust." "We're dusting for prints. Pass the magnifying glass. I want to check the seal on the almond tin."