Run: 2026-05-22-01KS85Y8NHH9Y8H9GP4AS81CBA

The scent of cinnamon and roasted pecans hung heavy in the warm air. Dust motes danced in the morning light filtering through the front window of the bakery, settling over the glass display case of fresh pastries. "Did you hear about Mayor Higgins?" "I was up at four in the morning kneading sourdough. I don't hear anything but the industrial mixer." "They found him face down in the prize petunias behind the town gazebo." "Good heavens. Was it his terrible, weak heart acting up again?" "That’s what the paramedics thought, at least until they saw the half-eaten chocolate éclair clutched in his right hand." "An éclair? He was strictly keto. Everyone in Oakhaven knows that." "Exactly. And the filling wasn't our usual vanilla bean custard." "Extra almond extract?" "Bitter almond." "Pure cyanide." "Keep your voice down. Mrs. Gable is walking up the steps for her morning scones." "Right. Just act perfectly natural. Did you manage to save the rest of that specific batch?" "It’s hidden in the bottom proofing drawer. Right under the rye dough." "We need to test it before the sheriff arrives." "Grab the silver tasting spoon from the drying rack. And flip the front door sign to closed."