Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCWX07V5PR33EG9H4FEJJHR

The morning rush was finally over, leaving the sweet, yeasty aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls floating in the warm air. "I’m telling you, the Mayor didn’t just lose his glasses in the flour bin." "People drop things, Penelope. Especially when they’re rushing for the last blueberry scone." "He was looking for something. He had his arm in there up to his elbow!" "Well, he certainly didn't find whatever it was. Just made a mess of my neatly sifted King Arthur." "What if it was the key to the town safe? You know he's been acting jittery ever since the festival budget went missing." "The only thing Mayor Higgins is guilty of is poor muffin choices. He bought bran today. Bran!" "A classic distraction tactic. Who pays attention to a man buying a bran muffin?" "Me. I’m the baker. It’s literally my job to pay attention." "Listen to this. Miss Marple over here thinks flour dusting is a crime scene." "Laugh all you want, but when Sheriff Vance comes knocking, don't say I didn't warn you." "If Vance comes knocking, it’ll be for those raspberry Danishes cooling by the window, not your wild conspiracies."