Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5KMW5PB6ZHK20F45GGHSM

The bell above Honeycomb Bakery jingled, even though the CLOSED sign still hung crooked in the window. The air was thick with cinnamon, yeast, and dish soap. "You're early. Or late, depending on how you look at the police tape." "I brought the ledger you asked for. Mabel swears she never lent it to Mr. Abernathy." "Of course she wouldn't. She was too busy arguing with him about the rhubarb pie contest. The one he won every year, until last night." "Do you really think it was poisoned flour? Here?" "Look at the bag by the back door. It's not our distributor. Wrong logo, wrong twine." "Oh, dear. Should we call Deputy Miller again? He was very clear about not touching anything." "We won't touch it. He didn't say anything about smelling it. Come here. Does that smell like almonds to you?" "No. It smells... sweeter. Like..." "Exactly. Cherry extract. And who in this town do we know with a severe cherry allergy who just happens to own a bakery?" "But Mabel entered the contest too."