Run: 2026-05-22-01KS86BR5W512FJGM5AADGGS2R

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the heavy scent of cinnamon and yeast. Flour dusted the worn wooden counter like fresh snow. "You’re late. The cranberry scones are already burning." "I was busy digging up the petunias out back. You won't believe what was buried under the prize-winning begonia." "Please tell me it isn't another skeleton. The health inspector is coming on Tuesday." "Just a silver locket. And a very rusty garden trowel." A hot metal tray clattered loudly against the wire cooling rack. "The locket with the engraved initials?" "The very same. Turns out the wealthy widow wasn't in Seattle visiting her sister after all." "Wipe your boots. You're tracking damp potting soil all over the checkered linoleum." "Are you even listening? This completely changes the entire timeline of the murder." "I'm listening. But if the mayor's wife walks in and sees mud near her favorite lemon tart, we'll have a second murder on our hands." "Fine. But I'm keeping the trowel in the breadbox." "Just don't let it touch the sourdough starter." "It’s already bubbling. I think it smells the iron." "Then feed it some rye flour and lock the door. We open in five minutes."