Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TBZ5CZ1CMJZEM4C8BEZMW8

"The bell over your door has been ringing since six, and nobody in Maple Hollow gets up that early unless there's a body or fresh cinnamon rolls." "Well, which do you think brought you in?" "The rolls. Though I heard about Old Mr. Finch before I even parked." "Everyone's heard. Sheriff found him in the library, face-down in the returned books." "And?" "And his bookmark was one of our napkins." "That doesn't mean anything. Half the town has our napkins shoved in a pocket." "This one had something written on it. In blueberry jam." "Jam?" "'Meet me after closing. Come alone.'" "That's not my handwriting." "I didn't say it was. But the jam was from Tuesday's batch. The one with the extra lemon zest." "Only three people bought blueberry tarts on Tuesday." "Exactly. Mrs. Abernathy, Pastor Luke, and Finch himself." "Pastor Luke has a blueberry allergy." "So he claims. Yet he left here carrying a white bakery box tied with string, whistling like a man without a single worry." "You think he lied?" "I think someone wanted Finch to think he was meeting a friend. And I think that box never made it to the church bake sale." "Then where is it?" "Still warm, I'd guess. Smell that? Blueberries."