Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M1MVS9XT8V4S9S8J8KKJGK

The bell above the door gave a cheerful jingle. Golden crusts cooled on racks, and the air smelled of butter and raspberries. A cat slept on the windowsill, twitching its tail. "Morning. Two blueberry scones and a large coffee, please." "Coming right up. You look like you barely slept." "Didn't. The historical society's silver punch bowl is missing, and I was up half the night going over the inventory." "Not again. That bowl was supposed to be the centerpiece of the Founder's Day tea tomorrow." "It was. Then someone jimmied the pantry window. Sheriff's calling it a burglary, but nothing else was taken." "Odd. Whoever it was didn't touch the cash box or the good china." "Exactly. They wanted that bowl. Or something inside it." "Do you think it connects to the argument at the bake sale?" "Everyone heard Eleanor threaten Martin over his prize-winning jam recipe." "And Martin's stall was right beside the pantry." "Too convenient, if you ask me." "Well, keep your voice down. That's Eleanor's nephew at table four, and he's been eyeing the cinnamon rolls a little too long." "Then let's give him something sweet to distract him, and maybe a free sample of that jam."