Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91VZMP3JF1A5J7VX2JVYXD

The bell above the door chimed, a cheery note that did little to lift the heavy, flour-dusted air. Outside, the gray mist of Oakhaven clung to the storefront windows, turning the world into a smudge of charcoal and slate. "You’re early." "The scones were calling my name, and I haven't slept a wink since the deputy found that silver locket near the duck pond." "Keep your voice down. The walls here are thinner than my grandmother’s pie crust." "Is it true, then? Did it really belong to the widow?" "I don't know whose it was, and frankly, I’d rather keep my nose in my oven than in the business of the dead. Take your bag and go." "You're shaking, dear. It’s only a bit of jewelry, not a confession." "When things start turning up in this town, they usually come with strings attached. And I don’t intend to be the one holding the knot." "Well, you’ve held the secret this long. Just make sure the police don’t find the receipt hidden under your cooling rack." "Get out. My blueberry muffins are burning, and I have a feeling the day is only going to get darker from here."