Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NTKPSABF6DRT7BJY0DZ2Y

The cinnamon rolls had barely made it out of the oven when the bell above the door jingled. "You're early. Even for you." "Couldn't sleep. Did you hear about the lighthouse keeper?" "Heard? Half the town was in here before seven talking about it. I ran out of coffee cake by eight." "Someone emptied his whole cottage. Every last teacup, gone. Door wide open, not a thing out of place except the missing things." "That's the strange part, isn't it? A burglar who takes teacups but leaves the silver." "And his lantern was still lit. Still burning on the table when they found him." "Marjorie swears she saw a woman in a green coat walking the cliff path at midnight. Carrying a basket, she says." "Marjorie also swears she saw a sea monster in 1987." "Fair point. Still. A basket, at midnight. And now his teacups are gone." "Pass me that tray, would you? The morning crowd will want their scones whether or not the man's china has walked off." "You don't find it odd?" "I find everything in this town odd, dear. That's precisely why I never lock the register." "Meaning what, exactly?" "Meaning someone's been leaving buttons in the tip jar all week. Little porcelain ones. Painted with seashells."