Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ2WWDYQR3HH7YRBN63N7VR

The bell above the door chimed as the scent of cinnamon and fresh-baked apple pie filled the air. "Did you hear about what happened at the Henderson place last night?" "Keep your voice down. The whole town doesn't need to know my business." "Your business? Since when is a body in the garden *your* business?" "Since I'm the one who found him. And since I'm the one who recognized the ring on his finger." "The ring? You mean—" "The same ring that went missing from my jewelry box three months ago. The one my late husband gave me on our anniversary." "That's impossible. You never told me anyone stole from you." "I thought I'd misplaced it. Thought I was getting forgetful, like old Mrs. Patterson down the street. But there it was, plain as day, on a dead man's hand." "Did you tell the sheriff?" "I told him about finding the body. I didn't tell him about the ring. Not yet." "Why not?" "Because whoever killed that man knew about the ring. And that means they knew me. And that means—" "You might be next." A plate of warm scones settled on the counter between them. "Careful. The walls have ears in this town."