Run: 2026-09-24-01M39W71XXET0SFMA4SESY95XJ

The bell above the door jangled, and the smell of cinnamon rolls drifted through Crumb & Comfort Bakery. "You're up early, even for you." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what they pulled out of the pond behind the church." "The pond? But Harold fishes there every Sunday." "Every Sunday until last Sunday, apparently. They say his boots were still on." "Harold never took his boots off. Not even for church, if you ask me." "Millie swears she saw him arguing with someone near the gazebo that afternoon. Someone in a green coat." "Half the town owns a green coat. That's hardly a clue." "It is if the green coat belongs to Vera." "Vera? She can't find the post office without getting lost." "Maybe she wasn't driving. Maybe she was walking. Right past the gazebo." "You've been reading those detective novels again." "I've been reading the police blotter, which is better than any novel. It says Harold's thermos was found empty. Empty, and rinsed." "Rinsed? Who rinses a thermos at a pond?" "Exactly. Someone tidy. Someone who didn't want us knowing what he drank last." "Well, I'd better lock up the chamomile before rumors start about my tea." "Too late. I'll take two scones and everything you know about Vera's coat."