Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SZQ3YFZAHFQGQ131Y9R5H

The bell above the door chimed as the morning light slanted across the gleaming display cases of sugar-dusted pastries. "I still can't believe it. Right here on Main Street." "The police tape was gone by Sunday. You'd never know anything happened." "You'd know, if you're Doris Whitfield's family. They found her pearl necklace in the flour bin, of all places." "Whose flour bin, though? That's what doesn't sit right. Every bakery on this street shares that supplier." "I heard the sugar was actually laced with almond extract — and Doris had a terrible allergy." "So you're saying someone slipped it in on purpose?" "I'm saying I wouldn't eat anything in here until we find out." "Ms. Calloway wouldn't hurt a fly. She makes the best lemon scones in three counties." "Everyone says that about the killer, honey. That's what makes it so hard." The oven timer buzzed softly behind them. Neither moved to check it. "Buy a muffin or don't. But don't stand in my doorway blocking the light."