Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0TZY7K13RJT339PACZSZ1W

The scent of cardamom and fresh yeast hung thick in the air of The Daily Bread, competing with the hum of the old deck oven. A dusting of flour coated the counter like fresh winter snow. "Did you hear about Mayor Higgins’s greenhouse?" "The one with the prize-winning orchids, or the one with the padlock?" "The padlocked one. Someone jimmied the latch last night." A wooden rolling pin paused mid-roll, leaving a flat expanse of puff pastry resting on the marble board. "He always claimed it was just for storing organic fertilizer." "If it was just fertilizer, he wouldn't have hired young Tommy to guard the compost heap. Or had a panic attack when the sheriff showed up." "True. And Sheriff Miller was there early this morning. I saw his cruiser parked near the daffodil beds before dawn." A tray of warm cinnamon buns slid onto the cooling rack with a metallic clatter, sending up a sweet, sticky puff of steam. "Did the sheriff look worried?" "More than worried. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Or worse, the tax assessor." "Well, if Higgins is hiding something in that dirt, it won't stay buried for long."