Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEAFH3584MYEA38M9S2T4JS

The bell above the door jingled as Maggie stepped into Flour & Honey, the smell of cinnamon rolls thick in the warm air. Behind the counter, Ruth was piping frosting onto a tray of scones, her reading glasses perched low on her nose. "You heard about Mr. Delaney, then?" "Heard what? That he finally paid his tab, or that he's dead?" "Dead. Found this morning, slumped over his desk at the hardware store." Maggie set her basket on the counter, eyes narrowing. "That's not what Constable Reyes told my neighbor. He said Delaney was very much alive when the ambulance got there." "Well, he's not anymore. Passed at the hospital an hour ago." Ruth set down her piping bag, wiping her hands on her apron. "Heart, they're saying." "They're saying, or you're saying?" "Same thing, isn't it?" Ruth's mouth pressed into a thin line. "Though I heard he'd been arguing with someone at the shop yesterday. Loud enough the Petersons heard it from next door." "Arguing about what?" "That's the question, isn't it?" Ruth slid a warm scone across the counter without being asked. "You're going to want to talk to the Petersons." "I was already planning on it."