Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX36JMP8761GR7NYD9VPQCN

The scent of toasted pecans and warm cinnamon hung heavy in the air, masking the underlying chill of the glass display case. A fresh tray of blueberry scones was pushed across the flour-dusted counter. "Did you see who bought the last one this morning?" "Just Mayor Higgins. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink, poor man." "Lack of sleep is the least of his worries. I heard the sheriff found his missing ledger behind the bakery." "Behind *our* dumpsters?" "Right next to the recycling bins. Chief Barkley was out there taking photos before the sun was even up." "Well, that explains the flashing lights. I thought it was just Mr. Henderson's rooster acting up again. You don't think the mayor actually threw it away?" "Nobody throws away a ledger full of town funds unless they're hiding something. Or unless someone else threw it away for him." "Have a little faith. Maybe he just dropped it while taking out the trash." "Mayor Higgins hasn't taken out his own trash since 1998. Eat your scone. We have plotting to do."