Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1H24YFHHW3ZPMZY33DFAV7

The bell above the door chimed as warm air, thick with cinnamon and yeast, wrapped around the empty shop. "You're here early. The 'Closed' sign's still up." "I know. I let myself in through the back. I needed to talk to you before the morning rush." "That sounds ominous. Sit. I just pulled the scones." "It's about Eleanor's brooch. The one that went missing at the bridge club." "The sapphire one? Terrible business. She was beside herself." "I found it. This morning, tucked behind the flour bins. Right where you store the day-old bread." "Behind my flour bins? How on earth would it get there?" "That's exactly what I've been wondering. Eleanor never comes into the kitchen." "Are you suggesting something? Because I've known you twenty years." "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm asking. Because the back door was locked, and only three people have a key." "And you think I'd steal from a woman who's bought my bread every Sunday since the shop opened?" "No. But I think someone wanted me to believe you did. Someone who knew where you'd never think to look." A long silence settled, broken only by the ticking oven timer. "Then we'd better figure out who has that third key."