Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5A8VE6R5A0VV1YEF617F7

The morning bell chimed as flour dusted the air like snow. "Did you hear about what they found up at the old Morrison place?" "Can't say I have. Been up since four making these croissants. What happened?" "Ethel Morrison's missing. Has been since Tuesday." "Tuesday? That's three days. Her daughter's probably worried sick." "That's the thing. Nobody's seen the daughter either." "Lord have mercy. You want a cinnamon roll? On the house." "Don't mind if I do. Still warm." "Fresh out of the oven twenty minutes ago. So what are the police saying?" "Chief Patterson asked me if I'd seen anything suspicious on my delivery route. Said the back door was wide open, kitchen still had supper on the table." "A whole meal just sitting there?" "Meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Cold as January by the time they found it." "That's peculiar. Ethel never leaves food sitting. Been baking here twenty years and she's never once let so much as a cookie go stale." "That's what I said. Gives you chills, doesn't it?" "Sit down. I'll put coffee on. Sounds like we've got quite a lot to talk about."