Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HGPHFEB6EAQKVVY6Q74J39

Morning light spilled across cinnamon rolls and proofed sourdough, warming the tiny bakery until the bell announced a guest who smelled of rain and newsprint. Sugar crystals glittered like false snow. Somewhere beneath the counter, a kettle sighed. “Please tell me the lemon bars are still in the case.” “They sold out an hour ago, but the blueberry crumble has a secret ingredient this morning.” “Secret ingredient? In this town, that usually means missing evidence.” “Only if you mean the sugar came from the shop next to the post office, the one with the broken lock.” A gloved finger tapped the counter, then withdrew. The display case reflected a woman in a flour-dusted apron and a man with a notepad. “That matters?” “All the pastries did. Someone swapped the labels. If the inspector sees almond flour marked as coconut, I’m finished.” “Careless, maybe. Criminal, no. Ask Mrs. Bellamy; she bought two slices and found a thimble inside hers.” The man made a small circle in his notepad. “A thimble is not a poison, but it is a warning.” “Then help me find who left a warning before lunch rush.” “I prefer customers who offer coffee first.” The coffee machine gurgled agreement.