Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ781302J1QSWQC8D337368W

"Careful, the lemon glaze is still tacky." "I'm more interested in what's hidden under these tea towels. You're guarding the counter like a dragon." "Just fresh pastries. Nothing to see. How's the investigation going?" "Stalled. The Mayor's study was locked from the inside, but the garden window was smashed outward." "A staged break-in? Here, try a raspberry tart. On the house." "You're trying to distract me. Or sweeten me up. What's in the tin behind your elbow?" "Scraps. For the cats." "Cats don't eat silver lockets engraved with the Mayor's initials. Hand it over." "I found it in the almond flour! I didn't want a panic. It smells like bitter almonds, too." "Cyanide. The Mayor wasn't just missing; he was poisoned. And you have the murder weapon." "Murder weapon? It's a locket!" "One that opens to reveal a hollow compartment. Perfect for powder. Who gave you this flour shipment?" "The Councilman. He dropped it off early this morning." "Interesting. Because the Councilman just inherited the Mayor's seat. Keep that locket safe. And don't eat the tarts." "Why?" "Because the Councilman is coming through the door right now, and he's looking at that tin."