Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ78TD4JPBR46RZKW4E5422Y

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the scent of cinnamon and rising dough. Steam from the espresso machine hissed in the background. Flour dusted the wooden counter like fresh snow. "Did you see the police tape around the community center?" "I tried to stay out of it, but Mrs. Gable wouldn't stop tapping on my window with her cane. It happens on a Tuesday? The bread festival?" "The sourdough wasn't the only thing that rose today. I heard Chief Miller found the judge face-down in the punch bowl. Not with poison, mind you, but with the heavy bronze statue of the town founder." "That statue was supposed to be safe in the vault. Who had the key besides the mayor?" "Maybe someone who knew the combination. I saw the baker's daughter lingering by the back exit earlier. She's always been jealous of the blue ribbon." "Don't start talking out of turn. You don't want to get flour in your tea and your mouth running." "I'm just saying, if the prize goes to the lavender scone this year, someone ought to check who swapped the judging cards."