Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6F82JNJKNBX4CB4D1JD1T

The bell above Flour & Honey jingled, letting in a gust of October air and the smell of wet leaves. The display cases were strangely half-empty, and a fine dusting of flour still hung in the air like fog. On the center counter, a single blueberry scone sat under a glass cloche, with a hastily written sign taped to it: DO NOT EAT - EVIDENCE! "So this is why there's a police cruiser parked in front of my favorite breakfast spot?" "And here I thought you only came for my coffee. That scone is a crime scene." "It looks like a very dry crime scene. Did old Wallace finally choke on his own complaining?" "He took two bites at the town meeting and swore the room started spinning. Doc says it wasn't his heart. Someone put something in it." "Wallace has ordered the same scone every Tuesday for five years. Who else would even know that?" "That's exactly what worries me. Everyone in Maple Creek knows. And everyone also knows I always leave the back door unlocked when I'm kneading dough at dawn."