Run: 2026-05-10-01KR9113TAASEW61TQ33MVK548

The scent of cinnamon and yeast clung to the air, mingling with the floral notes of a fresh vase of peonies on the counter. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven were slick with a morning drizzle, but inside, the ovens hummed a comforting tune. "He really didn’t see it coming, did he?" "Hardly. He was too busy arguing about the zoning laws to notice the arsenic in his almond tart." "I told you the almonds tasted slightly bitter. I just thought it was a new recipe." "It was a recipe for disaster, Clara. And now the Mayor is dead right in the middle of the town square." "Do you think the Sheriff suspects anyone?" "The Sheriff is currently eating a cream puff and staring blankly at the crime scene tape. We have time." "I don't like this. We should have just used the blackmail letters." "Letters leave a paper trail. A tart leaves only a crumb." "And a very messy cleanup." "Exactly. Now, stop fidgeting and help me frost these cupcakes. We have a funeral wake to cater by noon."