Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD726T3F4E17ZWXNBJ6PFHC

The bell over Honeycutt's Bakery jingled, bringing in a gust of October air and the smell of wet leaves. The case was still warm, the apple fritters piled high under glass. A tray of cinnamon rolls sat on the counter, un-iced, steam curling from their centers. Behind it, flour dusted up to the elbows. "You're early. The scones aren't even glazed yet." "I'm not here for scones. Have you seen Deputy Miller this morning?" "Not since yesterday. He bought two loaves of rye and asked about your Aunt Ida. Why?" "Because someone left his patrol car in the ditch behind the mill. Doors locked, lights on, no deputy inside." "Oh dear. And Ida's rye? What does that have to do with it?" "Last night at the town meeting, she said the mayor was cooking the books. Now Miller's missing and your back door was pried open." "You noticed the marks on the jamb? I thought I'd just been clumsy again." "That lock wasn't clumsy. Who else has a key?" "Just me. And Ida, for the morning deliveries. She was here at five."