Run: 2026-05-22-01KS85Y8NKPNFV2BC601ZN80KA

The scent of cinnamon and roasted pecans hung heavy in the warm, buttery air. Dust motes danced in the early morning sunlight filtering through the frosty front window. "Did you actually find the arsenic hidden in the flour bin?" "Hush. The mayor’s wealthy wife is picking up her scones in exactly ten minutes." "She’s the one who poisoned him. I saw her buying rat poison at the hardware store yesterday." "Keep your voice down. And hand me that heavy rolling pin." The wooden pin slapped against the scarred butcher block counter. A thick cloud of white dust puffed into the air. "You’re just going to bake? The sheriff needs to know about this." "The sheriff is eating a glazed cruller in the corner booth right now. If we panic, she’ll destroy the evidence." "So what’s the actual plan?" "We swap her usual blueberry pastries with the ones I made using the tainted batch. If she takes a bite and reacts, we have our undeniable proof." "That’s completely insane. You could accidentally kill her." "It’s just a heavy dose of ipecac, not arsenic. Now, tie that apron and smile. The brass door chime just rang."