Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCT18TM3215TZ0GD8SSQQPX

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, yeasty air of the kitchen. "I told you, the cardamom knots need ten more minutes. Don't rush perfection." "I'm not rushing the pastries. I'm rushing *you*. Sheriff Miller just pulled up, and he doesn't look like he's here for his usual maple glaze." "Did he find the missing flour sack?" "Try the missing mayor. They found his bicycle down by the old mill pond." "Oh, dear. Was it submerged?" "Just the front wheel. But guess what was sitting in the wicker basket on the handlebars?" "A clue?" "Your famous blueberry scone. Still wrapped in our signature pink parchment." "Well, at least he has good taste in his final moments. Wait, you don't think..." "He bought that scone at seven this morning. From *you*." "I certainly didn't poison him! The worst thing in those scones is a slightly irresponsible amount of butter." "Tell that to the sheriff. He's standing at the display case, staring at the tartlets like they're lethal weapons." "Wipe your hands on your apron, dear. Put on your best 'innocent baker' smile, and let's go see what the law wants."