Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX2MC8PDSSHGKXV96HD32KA

The scent of toasted pecans and warm vanilla hung heavy in the air as a damp rag swiped rhythmically across the glass display case. "Did you hear about the mayor's missing brooch?" "Mm. A lemon tart, please. And no, I try not to listen to village chatter before noon." "It's practically noon right now. Look at the grandfather clock. Besides, Agnes saw the whole thing from the post office window." "Agnes needs a new hobby. A stronger coffee, too." "She said he was wearing that ridiculous tweed coat. The one with the deep pockets." "Lots of people wear tweed around here." "Not in July, they don't. Especially not while sprinting past the rose garden." "Sprinting? At his age?" "Exactly my point! A man with a bad knee doesn't run unless he's hiding something. Or stealing it." "You sound like you're writing a penny dreadful. Box up two almond croissants, would you?" "Fine, ignore the evidence. But when Sheriff Miller starts asking questions, don't come crying to me." "I wouldn't dream of it. Just put the croissants in the brown paper bag." "He bought blueberry muffins this morning, you know. The sheriff. Two of them. Looked pale as uncooked dough."