Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ78TNZ2WD5MR62R373Q1VJ4

Flour hung in the air as the back door creaked. Deck ovens hummed, radiating heat that warped the light above cooling racks. "You're breathing hard. Did you run from the Sheriff, or finally catch the culprit?" "Neither. I found the donation box empty. The glass was smashed right through the slot." A pitcher clattered on the counter. "The church bake sale funds? For the new roof? That's three thousand gone, Elara. In a town where everyone knows everyone's business, this screams louder than the oven timer." "I know. But the smashed glass points inward. Someone broke it to frame a break-in, or... someone broke it from the inside to make it look real." "You're certain?" "Positive. And stuck in the splintered wood was a ribbon. Pink silk, with a gold pin shaped like a teapot." A low whistle escaped. "The Harlow House ribbon. If Lady Penelope is skimming charity money, I'm going to need a new recipe for her lemon drizzle cake. One with a heavy dose of arsenic." "Stick to the sourdough, love. We're the good guys. Though I suppose we're the only ones left who haven't lied about the berry count in the muffins." "True enough. Now, help me sweep. If the Mayor walks in, he'll think we're hiding the evidence in the crumbs."