Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSJQT5153DB8W9TAG9JY081

The bell above the door jingled as the morning's first light spilled across the flour-dusted counter. "You're here early. Couldn't sleep either?" "How could I? After what happened to poor Mr. Abernathy last night, my mind's been racing like a runaway mixer." "Keep your voice down. The walls in this town have ears, and half of them are stopping by for cinnamon rolls in an hour." "I just can't believe it. He was sitting right there, in that corner booth, not three days ago. Ordered his usual." "The blueberry scone and black coffee. I remember. He left his newspaper folded to the crossword, like always." "Did the sheriff really question you?" "For an hour. Wanted to know who had access to the kitchen, who'd been hanging around. As if I'd know anything." "But you do know something, don't you? I can see it in your face." "...There was a receipt. Tucked inside his coat pocket when they found him. From this very bakery." "That's not unusual. He came in every day." "It was dated for tomorrow." "That's impossible." "Exactly. Someone printed it ahead of time. Someone who knew." A long silence stretched between them as the oven timer chimed. "We need to talk to the sheriff. Now."