Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5HFX88AAHDT7J7S8QKBTB

The bell above the door jingled as Martha flipped the sign to "Open," releasing the smell of cinnamon into the frosty morning air. "You're up early." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the harvest dinner." "You mean Mayor Pemberton collapsing into the pumpkin display?" "I mean the way his tea smelled like almonds." "Martha, half the town drank that tea." "Yes, and only one person poured it." "You think Doris Whitfield would poison the mayor over a parking dispute?" "People have done worse over less. Remember when Harold Eggers put sugar in Gene's gas tank over the fence line?" "That was antifreeze, actually, and we agreed never to speak of it." "Fine. Then explain why Doris left before dessert. She never leaves before dessert. At the church bake sale she stayed until they swept the crumbs." "Maybe she had a headache." "Doris doesn't get headaches. She gets grudges." "Well, the sheriff thinks it was just a fainting spell. Low blood sugar." "The sheriff also thinks the moon landing was staged in Harold's barn." "Fair point." "So are you going to help me question her, or do I have to buy your silence with lemon bars?" "...How many bars are we talking?"