Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5RR5Z5XXND7GXYSE57VQF

"I can't believe you're still using that recipe. After what happened to old Mrs. Higgins, I thought you'd burn the book." "Her recipe was perfect. The incident was a matter of ingredients, not technique." "Same thing, as far as the town gossips are concerned. The police report said those same wild berries from the creek were in her final pie." "But they ruled it an accident. Her heart was weak." "And her grandson shows up a week later, asking about the will and the property." "He asked for the recipe, too. Wanted to see my order ledger." "You didn't hand it over, did you?" "It's in the safe. But someone's been in the storeroom. The jar I keep those dried berries in is gone." "Gone? Trouble. That's real trouble. You think he took it?" "I don't know. But a new gentleman has been asking pointed questions about the whole affair. Stranger in town." "We've only had one stranger since the service. That tired-looking real estate agent from the city." "Precisely. He bought a dozen of my sourdough boules this morning." "A dozen? That's not normal. That's 'feeding a work crew' levels of bread." "Or hiding a body. The digging starts on the Higgins property tomorrow. They're finally breaking ground on that new subdivision."