Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX2EF51J989DERJ87G5A7XA

The bell above the door chimed, letting in a swirl of crisp autumn air before it clattered shut. The scent of baking cinnamon rolls hung thick in the warm room. "Did you hear about the judge?" "Keep your voice down. The morning rush is starting." "They found him in the rose garden. Just sitting there." "He likes to prune his roses at dawn." "In his pajamas? Facing the wrong way?" A tray of blueberry scones slid into the glass display case with a soft clatter. "Well, maybe he just got turned around." "Margaret, he had a cream pie in his lap. A whole pie. Untouched." "Don't tell me. Let me guess. Rhubarb." "Strawberry. From the diner." "The diner doesn't sell whole strawberry pies. Not in October." "Exactly." A napkin was folded into a perfect triangle, placed next to a steaming mug of dark roast. "So, someone baked it out of season. Bought the ingredients. Waited for him." "And left him sitting in the dirt." "Did he say anything?" "Just kept muttering about the crust. Said it was far too flaky." "Too flaky? The nerve."