Run: 2026-09-23-01M36S8KBSH4TC3GCBGS5F5WFZ

The bell above the door chimed, and a gust of October wind swept through Bellflower Bakery, rattling the display case of pumpkin scones. "Morning, Cora. You look like you've seen a ghost." "Something worse. Mr. Fitzwilliam's cottage is swarming with police." "Poor old Fitzwilliam? What on earth happened?" "They found him on the floor of his study. No one's saying it, but it looked like poison. They're talking to everyone on Elm Street." "That man was eighty-two and sweet as honey. Who would—" "Remember the orchard dispute last spring? He said someone had been trying to buy his land. Wouldn't sell." "And he had no family. So if someone wanted that land…" "Exactly." "Did you see anything unusual last night? You live right next door." "The Dunmore woman visited around dusk. She left looking furious. Drove off without even closing her gate." "The new one? The one with all those books on herbal remedies?" "The very same." "Lord have mercy. I'd better box up these eclairs. Those officers will be wanting a proper cup of coffee before long." "And maybe I should have a chat with the Dunmore woman myself." "Or maybe you should let the police handle it, Cora Henderson." "And where would the fun be in that?"