Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ2ZSYFYKRR87B2G7NYCFBT

“You’re early today. The cinnamon rolls aren’t even out of the oven yet.” “Oh, I’m not here for the rolls. I need to talk.” “That serious? Let me pour us some coffee. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Worse. I saw the new neighbor, Mr. Pemberton, leaving the library at three in the morning. And he wasn’t carrying library books.” “What was he carrying?” “A shovel.” “A shovel? That’s odd. The library doesn’t have a garden.” “No. And I followed him—just a little. He went straight out to the old Jenkins place.” “That’s been empty for years. Why would he go there with a shovel in the dead of night?” “That’s what I want to know. I think he’s burying something.” “Or digging something up. Did you see his hands?” “Muddy. And he had a key to the front door.” “That’s impossible. No one’s been inside since old Mrs. Jenkins passed.” “Well, someone has. The back window was open, the lock smashed.” “We should tell Chief Walker.” “Not yet. I want to see what he does tonight. Will you come with me?” “To the Jenkins place? After dark?” “We’ll be quick. Just to watch.” “I’ll bring a flashlight. And a couple of those cinnamon rolls. We might need sustenance.” “You’re a good friend, Martha.” “Don’t I know it. Now let’s get you a real coffee. That cup from the diner is an insult to beans.”