Run: 2026-10-13-01M4V203QZSNXSZ2AJ0RRCT5Q2

The silver bell above the door of *The Buttercup Bakery* chimed a cheerful welcome, instantly swallowed by the warm embrace of vanilla, toasted pecans, and fresh-brewed roast. Behind the fogged glass display case, rows of lemon tarts and raspberry scones glistened like edible jewels. Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the street-side window, blurring the quiet main street of Maple Creek. "You’re up early. I haven't even glazed the cinnamon rolls yet." "I couldn't sleep. Not after what happened at the Harvest Festival last night." "Take a seat by the radiator and warm up. I’ll pour you a mug of the hazelnut blend." "Make it a large, please. Did you see the police tape around the gazebo this morning?" "Hard to miss it. Sheriff Miller was already on his third bear claw by six o'clock. He looked completely baffled." "Baffled is an understatement. He thinks Arthur just tripped over a prize-winning pumpkin. We both know Arthur was as steady on his feet as a mountain goat." "Here, wrap your hands around this mug. And take this blueberry muffin, it’s still piping hot. Why do you think it wasn't an accident?" "Because I found this tucked beneath the hydrangeas near the crime scene. Look closely at the monogram." "Wait a minute. Isn't that—" "The mayor’s cufflink. And there’s raspberry jam on the silver."