Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXPC1046PPZB9N8ZZNCA3X

The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and warm sugar drifted through the bakery. "You're here early. The muffins aren't even out yet." "I didn't come for muffins. I came because Edith Plumly's brooch turned up in your display case." "My display case? That's impossible. I locked up myself last night." "And yet there it was this morning, nestled right between the cherry tarts. Care to explain?" "I most certainly cannot. I haven't seen that gaudy thing since the church bazaar." "Funny. Edith swears she was wearing it at your counter yesterday afternoon." "Plenty of people pass through here. Half the town stops in before noon." "True. But not half the town has a key to the back door." "Are you accusing me of something?" "I'm asking questions. There's a difference." "Well, ask them somewhere else. I've got bread proofing and a line forming outside." "One more thing. Why does your apron smell like Edith's lavender perfume?" A long pause. The oven timer dinged, unanswered. "...She hugged me. At the bazaar." "You just said you hadn't seen her since." The rolling pin stilled against the floured counter. "I think," came the slow reply, "I'd better call my lawyer."