Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5WRHX52G815Y69V397C25

The bell above the door of Butter & Crumb jingled as flour dust swirled in the morning light. "You're here early. Again." "I couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the bookshop." "Have a cinnamon roll. It won't solve anything, but it helps." "Did you see anything last night? Your window faces the alley." "I saw Mrs. Pemberton's cat. And... a lantern. Someone moving around after midnight." "A lantern? Who carries a lantern in this town?" "That's what I thought. Old-fashioned, like something from Harold's antique shop." "You didn't tell the constable?" "He was elbow-deep in my sourdough at the time. Man can't think about crime when there's fresh bread involved." "I need to know who was in that alley." "Why? What's at the bookshop that matters so much?" "Something was taken. A first edition. It wasn't mine to lose." "Then sit down. Eat your roll. We'll figure it out." "We?" "You're terrible at sneaking around, and I'm excellent at listening. Half this town confesses their secrets over my counter." "Fine. But if we get caught—" "We won't. Now, about that lantern. There's only one person who polishes brass that badly..." "Harold himself."