Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TBKD2CWE99EQQ8PKYRW21

The bell above the door chimed, and a woman stepped into Maple & Crumb, brushing flour-dusted apron hands on her jeans. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "Maybe I have. Mrs. Hargrove stopped by the library this morning. Guess what she found behind the bookshelf on the third floor?" "A body?" "A diary. Old Delilah Pemberton's diary. Dated the week she supposedly died of natural causes." "Delilah? From the old bookshop on Elm Street? But that was forty years ago." "Exactly. And she wrote in her last entry that she was feeling perfectly fine—*better than ever*, those were her exact words—and that the delicious Mrs. P. at the bakery was kindly bringing her a special currant scone every morning." A tray clattered behind the counter. "Currant scones? Maple & Crumb hasn't served currant scones in thirty years." "Your grandmother served them, though. Right up until she took over after Delilah's death." The room went quiet except for the hum of the display case. "You think my grandmother had something to do with it?" "I think I'm going to need a cup of tea and one of those lemon tarts before I answer that."