Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5K0QTS7AKJ7S0END34D2T

The bell above Crumb & Crust's door chimed as flour dusted the morning air. "You're up early. The sourdough isn't even out of the oven." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the lavender farm." "You mean Widow Peabody's beehives going missing?" "Not missing. Moved. Someone rearranged them overnight, and she found honeycomb on her doorstep." "That's not a crime, that's a gift." "It's a message. And there's more. The new fellow renting the cottage—he was seen near the apiary at midnight." "Half the town walks at midnight. It's festival season." "Carrying a smoker and a veil?" "Alright, that's peculiar." "He also asked me yesterday if the bakery buys local honey. I told him we get ours from Widow Peabody." "You don't think he's trying to cut her out of her own business?" "I think someone wants her to look careless. Lose the hives, lose the contracts." "So the honey on her doorstep..." "A taunt. Or an apology. I haven't decided." "You always were better at kneading than sleuthing." "And yet here we are, two days from the festival, and somebody's stirring up trouble." "Then we'd better bake something sweet while we figure out who's behind it." "Tea?" "Tea. And tell me everything again, slowly."