Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NZF7136YJXH51R9CB8YZN

The bell over the door of Crumb & Kettle jingled just as the first tray of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven. "You're up early, Sheriff." "Couldn't sleep. Somebody broke into the church hall last night." "Goodness. Did they take anything?" "Just one thing. The blue ribbon from the pie contest. Left the cash box sitting right there, untouched." "Well, that narrows it down. Nobody steals a ribbon for the money." "That's what I figured. Which is why I'm here, Marjorie. You judged." "I did. And I'll tell you what I told the committee. Edna Pruitt's lattice was crooked, but that peach filling could make a grown man weep." "So Edna won." "By half a point. Over Dolores Finch." "Dolores. Didn't she make a fuss at the fair?" "She said the contest was rigged, the judges were blind, and the peaches were canned. Loudly. Right next to the lemonade stand." "Were they?" "Canned? Heavens, no. I watched Edna pick them myself." "Then why take the ribbon and leave the money?" "Because a ribbon can be pinned to a different pie at the county fair next week. And Sheriff? There's flour on your boot. Rye flour. I don't sell rye." "Dolores does." "Coffee? You're going to need it."