Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25S4GGRNNT2TRJ7EVK2QPF

The brass bell above the bakery door chimed, lost beneath the warm, yeasty hum of the industrial ovens. Behind the glass counter, a row of powdered jelly donuts sat like plump, sugar-dusted cushions. "You’re staring at the cinnamon swirls again. That always means trouble." "I am merely contemplating the structural integrity of the glaze. And whether a certain retired librarian was seen behind the apothecary last night." "Mabel? At midnight? She claims she was home nursing her sciatica." "Then why did I find a lavender-scented handkerchief snagged on the rose trellis behind the shop? One with her initials embroidered in yellow silk?" "Oh, dear. That is rather damning. Especially since she swore she hasn’t walked three blocks in a month." "Exactly. Now, pass me one of those swirls. Investigating perjury requires a significant amount of butter." "Only if you promise not to drop crumbs on the crime scene photos this time. Chief Higgins was furious about the grease smudges." "That was lard from the peach pie, and it actually helped highlight the bootprints." "Just take the pastry and keep your head down. Mayor Thornton is coming in for his morning brioche, and he already looks suspicious."