Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCWGEVYHP2R21CXB879S03Q

The brass bell above the door chimed, mingling with the rich, yeasty perfume of freshly baked cardamom buns. “You’re late. The cinnamon twists are already cooling, and Mrs. Gable has been pacing outside for ten minutes.” “Forgive me. The chief pulled me aside near the gazebo. It seems last night’s bake sale contained a little more than flour and sugar.” “Don't tell me. Mayor Higgins and his famous cherry pies again?” “Worse. Clara’s almond biscotti. Someone swapped her secret vanilla extract with a dash of digitalis.” A heavy wooden rolling pin hit the floured marble counter with a muffled thud. “Clara? But she wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone poison the library fundraising committee.” “She claims she found the bottle on her porch this morning, wrapped in a pink ribbon. Thought it was a gift from a secret admirer.” “In Oakhaven, a gift with a pink ribbon usually means trouble. Did anyone actually eat one?” “Only the pastor’s prize-winning hound. He’s currently sleeping off a very dramatic stomach ache behind the altar.” “Well, at least the dog has good taste. Now hand me that apron—we have a killer to catch before the morning coffee rush.”