Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX2K5XZYQ8CHBMFRFHGGMJ1

The glass display case was nearly bare, save for a few blueberry muffins and a solitary cherry Danish. The scent of burnt sugar lingered in the warm air. "Did you hear about the mayor's missing brooch?" "Heard it vanished right during the Founder's Day luncheon. Slipped right out of his breast pocket." "Exactly. And who baked the apple crumble for that table?" "You did. Don't tell me you think the dessert had something to do with it." "Not the dessert. The delivery. I left the kitchen door propped open for exactly three minutes while I fetched the whipped cream." "Three minutes is a lifetime when the whole town is crammed into the community center." "I know. But I saw someone sneaking behind the serving line. A tall shadow, wearing a heavy yellow raincoat." "A raincoat? It was eighty degrees and sunny." "Which is exactly why I remember it. They bumped right into the mayor. I thought it was just a clumsy guest, but now..." "Now you think it was a pickpocket." "Or worse. Look, I found this near the back door." A small, silver pin clattered onto the flour-dusted countertop. It was shaped like a little teacup. "Well, I'll be. That's the mayor's alright. What are you going to do?" "I'm going to find out who ordered the lemon tart yesterday and never picked it up."