Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ77NFQFE67XDDQZ8JC4X84T

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the scent of rising yeast and caramelized sugar. Dust motes danced in the morning light streaming past the display case of glazed crullers. The oven timer buzzed, sharp and demanding. "You heard about the Mayor?" "Hard not to. The whole town's whispering over their morning croissants." "They found him slumped over the ledger in the town hall. Face blue as a blackberry tart." "Blue? That's not natural. Did he eat anything before he went in? He always stops for his espresso first." "Just the special delivery from here. The almond brioche you wrapped in pink paper. No espresso cup in sight." "I wrapped three pink brioches this morning. One for the librarian, one for the florist, and one for the Mayor. The librarian and florist are fine. I saw Mrs. Gable eating hers on the bench." "Maybe. Or maybe someone switched the bags after they left the counter. The back door was unlatched when I arrived." "The security camera's been broken since the fall festival." "Convenient. Hand me that rolling pin, will you? If the Sheriff comes asking, we need these scones to look perfectly innocent. And wipe the flour off your apron; you're shaking."