Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DZDFEY10EQXXZRT5R7DKP

"Those aren't poppy seeds." "They're from the old mill. Abigail swore by them." "Abigail's been dead six years." "And her sourdough starter still rises every morning. That's not the problem." "Then why is Mayor Finch's lemon tart missing a bite?" "Because someone wanted us to think he'd eaten it. But he's allergic to citrus." "Unless he isn't." "Don't say that in front of the cinnamon rolls. They're sensitive." "Everything in this town is sensitive. Especially the church ladies." "Did you find the order slip?" "Tucked under the flour bin. Same handwriting as the threatening notes." "Which means..." "Someone who knows where we hide the flour. And who uses violet ink." "Violet ink? Only one shop sells that." "The funeral home." "Of course. There's a special on sympathy cards. Buy one, get a confession free." "We should check the back room." "After the morning rush. I'm not facing Mrs. Pemberton without coffee cake." "Deal. But if the killer's in the back, I'm blaming you." "Fair. I'll bring the rolling pin." "Wait. Why would the funeral home want Mayor Finch dead?" "Maybe because he approved the new crematorium. Or because he didn't." "That makes no sense." "Neither does a lemon tart with a bite missing."