Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91AM346A4DDNF56DZQ6SGN

The scent of toasted cinnamon and warm yeast clung to the air, mingling with the fine dusting of flour that coated every surface of the countertop. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven were just waking up, but inside the bakery, the ovens were humming a steady, comforting tune. "The lemon tarts look especially bright this morning." "I added a bit more zest. I needed the distraction." "Another restless night?" "I couldn't sleep. There was far too much commotion coming from the town square." "The square is always a circus on market days." "This wasn't market noise. Did you see the police cruisers huddled by the fountain?" "I’ve been frosting cupcakes since four. I haven't looked out the window once." "They’ve cordoned off the entire north side with yellow tape. Someone found something tangled in the ivy." "Please tell me it was just another stray cat." "A shoe. A very expensive, pointed red stiletto. Left right in the middle of the path, perfectly upright." "That certainly doesn't sound like a cat." "Exactly. And we both know exactly who in this town wears those."