Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSKC4C9YN20BNQDX9PB7SEM

The bell above the door chimed as warm cinnamon air wrapped around the room. "You're here early. The scones aren't even out yet." "I'm not here for scones. I'm here because Mabel Crawford's car was parked outside the library at midnight." "And how would you know that? Were you out wandering again?" "I couldn't sleep. And don't change the subject. Mabel never goes anywhere after eight. She says the night air ruins her complexion." "Maybe she had a late book to return." "The library's been closed for renovations since Tuesday. There were no lights on inside, but I saw a flashlight moving past the windows." "You're imagining things. Here, have a cruller. On the house." "You're awfully generous this morning. Almost like you want me to stop asking questions." "I just don't want you stirring up trouble. This town gossips enough as it is." "Funny. Mabel said the same thing yesterday, right before she asked me whether I'd seen anyone near the church fund box." "...The church fund box is missing?" "I never said it was missing. I only said she asked." A long pause. The oven timer buzzed, unanswered. "Sit down. I think we'd better talk before those scones burn."