Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ70DVSP3Z6WAZT5KGVE7JAA

"Don't look at the door, but the mayor's wife walked out without paying for the sourdough." "She always pays. She's just distracted since the incident at the pier. Hand me the piping bag." "Incident? The police taped off a body, Martha. I saw the tarps, and I saw who stood near them when the sheriff arrived. Muddy boots matching the lighthouse path." "Keep your voice down. The flour dust catches secrets, and we need the Sunday reception contract. You can't go around accusing the postmaster." "I'm worried. Who sends oilcloth-wrapped packages to a bakery? This one smelled like bitter almonds. The wax seal was warm." "Cyanide? You're reading too many of those pamphlets. Probably just Mr. Henderson's extract." "Mr. Henderson died three years ago. The handwriting on the label matched the warning note taped to my oven this morning. Fresh ink. Someone is mixing a dangerous batch, and I think the first ingredient just walked in." "Glaze the crullers. Steady hands. If you shake, you'll ruin the batch. We have customers." "Right. But watch the bell. If I swallow instead of greeting, take the cash drawer and run out the back." "Fine. But cover the starter. I won't leave my life's work behind."