Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5HWKAJP7MM89SWQRNKRTN

The morning light caught the flour dust still hanging in the air when Marigold's friend arrived, bell jingling against the door. "You're open early." "Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about Harold's caravan." "The one that rolled down Hilltop Lane on its own?" "The very one. And Harold swearing his handbrake was on." "So who moved it?" "That's what troubles me. Because whoever did had to get past Big Tom's dog, and that beast barks at butterflies." "Cinnamon roll?" "Don't mind if I do. You know, Gladys mentioned seeing headlights up there around midnight." "Gladys who can't tell a hedgehog from a footstool?" "The same. But she was specific this time. Said the lights went toward the quarry, not away." "The quarry. Where Harold's been taking measurements for that land deal." "Exactly what I thought." "You could just ask him." "And tip off whoever's nervous? Where's the fun in that? Pass another roll, would you?" "Only if you admit my cinnamon rolls are better than Ethel's at the church fete." "They're different. Yours have... character." "Character meaning lopsided?" "Character meaning memorable. Now, about tonight. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Stakeout at the quarry with thermoses of your terrible coffee?" "My coffee is fine." "It's memorable."