Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KS2RTB9RJAXX0QR0830VFG

The bell over the door at Miller's Bakehouse jingled as the morning chill followed them in. "You promised me a fresh batch by seven." "I promised you by nine. You're early." "I’m never early. The mayor's wife is early. The police chief is early. I’m punctual." The display case fogged faintly with steam. A tray of cinnamon rolls sat half-empty. "Then you can have the first one. On the house." "Only if you tell me why Henderson's zucchini bread is missing from the farmers market table." "He didn't bring any. Said his garden got flooded." "His garden is on a hill." "Maybe he changed his mind." "Maybe someone changed it for him. He was arguing with Carla about the pie contest last week." Carla wiped her hands on her apron and slid a scone across the counter. "Eat this before it gets cold. And stop looking for trouble in my flour." "Trouble always finds the flour."