Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA2T42CWPNXC5HTZYPEK1N

"You're up early," the baker said, sliding a tray of cinnamon rolls onto the counter. "Didn't think anyone would be in before the sun." "Couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the church bake sale." "Half the town is still whispering about it. Pie tins everywhere, and nobody saw a thing." "Somebody saw something. The lemon tart was fine when I dropped it off. By noon, it was poison." "Don't say that word in my shop. Customers are already nervous." "Then tell me why your flour bin smelled of almonds this morning." A long pause followed. The oven ticked as it cooled. "I was testing a new recipe. Almond extract, nothing more." "Almond extract doesn't come with a bitter edge. You know that as well as I do." "Keep your voice down. The Hendersons are in the back booth, and Margaret never misses a word." "Then let's talk somewhere she can't hear. Who else had access to the church kitchen that morning?" "Everyone who ever volunteered. Including you." "Exactly. Which is why I'm asking you first." "Fine. But if you're going to play detective, you'd better eat something. Detectives who skip breakfast make terrible decisions." "Then give me the cinnamon roll, and tell me the truth while I eat it."