Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1J4CSY79DF1QKH9H2T5RP4

The bell above the door jingled as the morning rush settled into a comfortable hum. "You're early today. The cinnamon rolls aren't out yet." "I didn't come for the rolls. I came because I heard about Eleanor." "Ah. So the whole town knows already." "It's a small town. The whole town knew before her tea went cold." "Sit down. I'll pour you something. You look like you've seen a ghost." "Maybe I have. I was there last night, you know. At the shop, just before closing." "Were you now? That's interesting. You and half the garden club." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Only that Eleanor wasn't exactly short on visitors. Or enemies." "You think someone—? No. She slipped. The constable said so." "The constable also said my fruitcake was dry last Christmas, and we both know that's a lie." "You're saying it wasn't an accident." "I'm saying that woman never went anywhere near those back stairs. Twenty years I've known her. She took the lift. Always." "Then why was she found at the bottom?" "That, my dear, is precisely the question. Now drink your coffee. And tell me everything you saw." "Everything?" "Every last crumb of it."