Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCTGN0G20M4PSSCXFR1J4JR

The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the warm, yeasty air of the bakery. "I told you, the flour dusted on the floor wasn't from a spilled sack." "You think our killer left a trail of unbleached bread flour all the way down Main Street?" "It’s artisanal, rye-blend, and highly specific. Just look at the size of those boot prints near the display case." "I’m looking at a crime scene that smells delightfully of cinnamon and fresh cardamom." "Focus. The victim didn't even touch his cherry Danish. Who leaves a pastry like that behind unless they’re dragged away?" "Someone who suddenly realized their wife’s alibi didn't hold up?" "Exactly. And who supplies the tearooms with this exact blend?" "Don't say it." "The mayor's sister." "She bakes for charity, not for cover-ups!" "Then why is her custom wooden rolling pin sitting in the trash chute behind the kitchen?" A heavy pause settled over the counter, punctuated only by the hum of the proofing oven. "Get the evidence bags out of my tote bag. And grab a bear claw while you're at it—this is going to be a long afternoon."