Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GQEHDCAHSP3X8NV6S0YCG4

The bell above the door of Buttercombe's Bakery had been jangling since seven, and the smell of warm cinnamon hung over everything. "Two cinnamon rolls, please. And don't pretend you haven't heard." "Heard what?" "Gladys Pemberton's will is missing. The lawyer opened his safe Monday morning and found nothing but a tin of peppermints." "A tin of peppermints." "That's what I said." "Gladys hid her jewelry in the flour bin for forty years. For her, peppermints are practically a filing system." "So you think the will is hidden somewhere in town?" "I think Gladys did nothing by accident. Extra frosting, please." "You know that's fifty cents more." "Worth every penny. Because here's what nobody's mentioning: Frank Ellsworth was in here Saturday, asking about her recipe box." "The recipe box she promised to the historical society?" "The very one. He kept asking whether she'd left it on the counter. Kept looking at it." "Frank Ellsworth hates baking." "Exactly." "Two cinnamon rolls, extra frosting, coming up. And I'm putting that recipe box in the back safe tonight." "Good thinking. Add a lemon scone, would you? I have a feeling we'll be here a while."