Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6NWW1BHTV672Q95GQBJAJ

The bell above Marigold's Bakery chimed as rain pattered against the windows. "You're up early. The sourdough isn't even out yet." "I couldn't sleep. Not after what they found behind the mill." "Muriel, if you came here for gossip, the least you could do is buy a scone first." "Fine. Lemon. But I'm telling you, Harold Pruitt didn't just wander off. Someone wanted that land deed gone." "The deed he kept bragging about at the harvest festival?" "The very one. And did you notice how quiet the Blackwell sisters have been since Tuesday?" "They're always quiet. They're librarians." "They were arguing with him at the festival. I heard raised voices near the cider stand." "You hear everything near the cider stand. You practically live there." "This is serious! A man is missing, and you're glazing cinnamon rolls like nothing happened." "Cinnamon rolls don't glaze themselves. Besides, Harold owes money to half this town. Pick a suspect out of a hat." "Then help me look. You're the only one who notices things." "I notice your scone's getting cold. Eat first. Detectives need their strength—and we start with those sisters."