Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T4W2BH55TVKWD01775558

The scent of cinnamon and warm bread hung thick in the air. Morning light slanted through the frosted window of Harper & Honey Bakery, catching the flour dust that still lingered on the counter. "You're not going to like this," someone said, setting a paper bag on the table. "If you've come to tell me the Lord Henry cream puffs are cancelled, I already know. Mrs. Pemberton posted it on every bulletin board in town." "It's worse than cancelled puffs. Sheriff Delaney found a note tucked inside the display case this morning." "A note? In your display case?" "Handwritten. Smells faintly of pipe tobacco." "Let me see it." A pause. Then a gasp — quiet, sharp. "You recognize the handwriting, don't you?" "It's Eleanor's. But she's been dead three weeks." Silence settled between them, heavy and unmoving, while the old clock above the door ticked away the seconds. "We should call Delaney." "First, lock the back door. Something tells me this morning is going to be more complicated than scones."