Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K5B0M9AMW1QY5TPT03T7JN

The bell above Honeycomb Bakery jingled as rain tapped the windows. The scent of cinnamon and butter hung thick, despite the empty display case. The ovens ticked quietly as they cooled. "You're out early. Sold out already?" "Not sold. Closed. Sheriff took the rest for evidence." "Evidence? It's bread, not a murder weapon." "Tell that to Mayor Finch. One bite of the almond croissant and he was on the floor clutching his throat." "Allergic reaction? He's eaten here for ten years without a problem." "That's what I told them. But someone swapped the almond flour. The bag in the pantry wasn't mine. No label, no receipt, and it wasn't the brand I use." "So someone wanted to make it look like your fault." "And they knew Finch always orders the same thing every Thursday at eight." "Who else knew that?" "Everyone. It's a small town. But only one person was mad he voted against the new parking lot." "Ellie from the bookshop? She was furious at the town meeting." "She was also here yesterday asking to borrow extra almond flour. Said she was baking for the fundraiser." "Do you think she'd poison a croissant over parking?" "People have killed for less when it comes to Main Street."