Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEA28NAMJGEDRTKRY36KV60

The bell above the door jingled as Margaret set down her rolling pin, flour dusting her apron like the season's first snow. "I heard the Hendricks house sold. Fast, too. Cash offer." "Fast doesn't mean fishy." "Three days after old Walter died? He hadn't even been buried a week." "People move quick when there's money involved. Doesn't make it a crime." "That nephew of his showed up at the funeral wearing a suit that cost more than my car." "Lots of folks dress up for funerals." "Not like that. And he kept checking his watch, like he had somewhere better to be." "Maybe he did." "Or maybe he wanted Walter gone before that will got changed. I heard from Doris at the bank that Walter had an appointment scheduled. Never made it." The rolling pin stilled completely now, resting against the counter dusted white. "You think someone helped him along?" "I think it's odd, is all. Man in perfect health, drops dead the week he's about to cut his nephew out of six hundred thousand dollars." "That's not odd. That's motive." "Exactly what I'm saying." "Then maybe we ought to ask a few more questions before the frosting on this cake sets."