Run: 2026-09-23-01M36W3MQVQGKPGNF04ZN0VE9H

The bell above the door of Bramble & Crust chimed as June stepped inside, the scent of cinnamon and yeast wrapping around her like a shawl. A single maple-pecan scone sat in the display case, flecked with sugar. "Almost closing time. You want the last scone before I donate it to the church bake sale?" June slid onto the stool by the counter. "Save it for the church. I need to talk." "You've got that look. The one your mother used to get right before she accused Mrs. Pemberton of stealing her rhubarb." "Harold Finch was found in the garden behind his shop this morning. Marjorie at the police department said it looked like— well, nobody's calling it an accident." "Harold? Good Lord. I just sold him a loaf of sourdough Tuesday." "Did he say anything? Anything unusual?" "Come to think of it, he was jumpy. Kept glancing at his phone. Said he'd made a deal he couldn't take back." "A deal with whom?" "He didn't say. But he asked me if I'd ever known someone to buy their way out of trouble." June's fingers stilled on the counter. "That's a strange thing to ask a baker." "That's what I thought. Strawberry jam, or blackberry?"