Run: 2026-05-22-01KS85Y8NHTQ1KX4E8ERS13VYB

"Did you hear about the vicar’s prize-winning marzipan?" "Stolen? Again?" "Worse. Sabotaged. They found it stuffed with raw garlic cloves." "Garlic? In marzipan? That’s practically a crime against pastry." "Tell me about it. The poor man was in tears right here by the display case this morning." "I thought he was just crying because we ran out of the lavender shortbread." "No, it was definitely the garlic. And get this, Mrs. Higgins saw someone lurking near his kitchen window at midnight." "Lurking? Or just looking for her lost tabby cat?" "She said the lurker was wearing a bright yellow raincoat. It hasn’t rained in three weeks." "A yellow raincoat... wait. Doesn’t the new butcher wear one of those when he hoses down the back alley?" "The one who just moved in from London? Why would he sabotage a vicar’s marzipan?" "Maybe he’s allergic to almonds. Or maybe he’s trying to ruin the church bake sale so his own pork pies win first prize." "We need to bake a decoy tart. Something completely irresistible." "With extra garlic?" "Don't be ridiculous. Lemon drizzle. If he takes the bait, we’ll have our culprit." "I'll get the flour."