Run: 2026-09-23-01M37P36YGKSE5C08PYYR2AVVR

The bell above the door of the Rolling Pin Bakery jingled just as the last tray of cinnamon rolls came out of the oven. "We're not open for another twenty minutes." "I know. That's why I came now. You heard about Harold Pemberton?" "The whole town's heard. Collapsed right in the church parking lot. Doc Myers says it was his heart." "Doc Myers also thought my gallbladder was indigestion. Did Harold buy anything from you yesterday?" "Same as every Tuesday. Two lemon bars and a coffee, black. Why?" "Because his wife told me he'd been allergic to lemon since 1987." "That can't be right. He's been buying those lemon bars for three years." "Buying them. Not eating them. So who was?" "Oh. Oh, my. You don't think..." "I think somebody in this town has been getting lemon bars every Tuesday, and Harold's been delivering them. Did he ever mention where he went after he left here?" "Only once. Said he had to stop by the library before it closed." "The library closes at noon on Tuesdays." "Then where was he going?" "That, my dear, is exactly what we're going to find out. Box up two lemon bars." "What for?" "Bait."