Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRS9TV3RXCGKMKDW2HCHQW

The bell over the door at Millie's Bakery jingled as the rain started outside. Flour dusted the glass case, and the smell of fresh rye filled the warm air. "I told you not to come in here without an umbrella." "I told you I was just getting a coffee. You followed me." The bell jingled again, but no one else came in. The woman behind the counter wiped her hands on her apron and slid a paper bag across the wooden counter. "You were at the Whitaker place yesterday." "I was buying eggs. From the store. The store." "That's the third time this week you've been seen near the Whitaker place. Police are asking questions." "I don't know what you're talking about. I just like your apricot scones." She lifted the bag slightly, and a faint pink stain showed through the paper. "Then why is there a lady's glove in my scone box?" "Maybe you dropped it. You are always dropping things." "I am not. And that's Mrs. Whitaker's glove. The one she was wearing when she fell off the porch." A timer dinged in the back. The woman didn't move. "So either you fell off the porch with her, or you were there after." "Give me my coffee. Black. And maybe I’ll tell you about the zucchini bread recipe." The bell jingled again as the rain got louder.