Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8WHSS7CZ84MQM0DEB98V3Y

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, yeasty scent of rising sourdough. Outside, the cobblestones of Willow Creek were slick with morning mist, but inside, the air was thick with the aroma of cinnamon and dark-roast coffee. "You’re early. The sticky buns won’t be out for another ten minutes." "I’m not here for the pastries, and you know it. Did you see who pulled into the square last night?" "I saw a blue sedan. It parked by the post office and didn’t leave. Not exactly a crime." "It had out-of-state plates, and the driver was wearing a trench coat in sixty-degree weather. People don't hide in Willow Creek unless they’re running from something." "Or looking for something quiet. Why are you clutching your apron like that?" "My nerves are frayed. The sheriff’s already been by once this morning asking about the back door lock." "Leave the investigating to the professionals. Just pour me a black coffee and pretend we’re talking about the weather." "The weather is fine, but the secret you’re keeping is going to sour the whole town eventually." "Let it sour. I prefer mine with a dash of cream."