Run: 2026-09-23-01M36V41WZD4CNH6ANR3TXZY4R

The bell above the door chimed as a damp autumn chill followed someone inside. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snowfall, and the glass case held exactly three remaining apple tarts and a lonely cinnamon roll. "I heard they found another one. Behind the flower shop this time." "Third in as many weeks. This town is turning into something out of a grocery store tabloid." "Speaking of grocery stores, she's the one who reported him missing. Can you believe that? Right after they argued at the town council meeting." "An argument is not a crime." "No, but a missing persons report filed by the very woman he was threatening to expose? That's not coincidence." "Well, don't go whispering that around. My sister works with her. She says the woman was genuinely shaken." "People can be shaken and guilty at the same time." "So what are you saying?" "I'm saying I've been delivering bread to that woman's house for ten years, and last Thursday she ordered an extra-large cake. Serves forty. She lives alone." Silence settled between them like the flour on the counter. "And the funeral was for three." "Precisely."