Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCVHZS8K0G2K1PAZNRVA5J5

The scent of warm cardamom and toasted pecans filled the air as the dough divider clacked rhythmically against the wooden prep table. A floury hand swiped a stray curl from a sweat-beaded forehead. "Did you check the bottom of the rye sack?" "First place I looked. Just three flour beetles and a receipt from the hardware store." A heavy sigh rattled the cooling racks stacked with fresh raspberry scones. "Why would Mayor Higgins buy fifty yards of heavy-duty plastic tarp at six in the morning?" "Maybe he’s painting the gazebo." "In November? During a gale warning?" A dusting of powdered sugar fluttered onto the counter like out-of-season snow. "And that doesn’t explain why this receipt was stuffed inside our wholesale grain delivery." "Old Man Miller drives the delivery truck. He’s Higgins’s brother-in-law." "Which means Miller dropped it on purpose. Or dropped it while trying to hide something." The bell above the front door chimed, cutting off the whisper. Cold coastal air swept inside, mingling with the sweet warmth of baking bread. "Hide the paper under the Danish tray. Quick." "He’s looking right at us through the display case." "Just smile and wipe the counter. And stop staring at his boots." "They're covered in blue clay from the quarry."