Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2KT234TSVF2623GJFA7S7

The bell above the door jingled, and the smell of cinnamon rolled out to meet the morning. "You're late. The scones are already half gone." "Blame Mr. Pemberton's cat. It was sitting on my car again." "That cat sits on everyone's car. Doesn't explain the flour on your sleeve." "Ah. That's from the back door. I found it propped open when I came around." "Propped open? I locked it last night. I always lock it." "Well, someone unlocked it. And someone left this." "A key? Let me see. That's not ours. Too old, and look at the little tag." "'Property of Hollis Hardware.' But Hollis closed in 1998." "Hmm. Then why is there fresh butter on it?" "Butter? Oh, you're right. It's still soft." "Which means whoever dropped it was here within the hour." "Or is still here." "Don't be dramatic. Hand me the rolling pin, though." "Already have it." "Good. Now, check the pantry. I'll take the cold room." "And if it's only Mr. Pemberton's cat?" "Then we give it a sausage roll and apologize." "And if it's not?" "Then, dear, we'll be very glad the coffee's fresh."