Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ79VQPF3FJFQ573MJXRM7F5

The bell jingled as a woman in a dripping trenchcoat slumped into the velvet chair, clutching a brown sack. Elara slid chamomile across the table, avoiding the blueprints pinned under a lemon drizzle cake. Rosemary and rain hung heavy in the air. "Drink. The lavender steadies the hand." "It's not nerves. I found the third letter. Hidden in Miller's flour bin. Matches the lobby plaque." "Miller? He'll torch the barn to hide the embezzlement." Elara's pastry brush tapped a frantic beat. "Mind your tongue, love. Mrs. Gable saw you at the post office. Gossip moves faster than yeast. We're being watched." "Let them watch. The body in the creek wasn't an accident. I have the proof, but I need to hide it. If the sheriff gets this sack, both our bakeries are done." Elara swooped in, snatching the sack. "Hand it over. Breathe. I've got a fresh pot of tea and the truth-serum scones are cooling. We'll flood the room with pastries until the sheriff forgets his own name. Trust me, darling. In Oakhaven, a warm crumb hides secrets better than any grave."