Run: 2026-10-13-01M4V21VRHDY4NMSAXQV754QH0

The scent of warm cinnamon and browned butter wrapped around the cozy confines of *The Rolling Pin*. Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the front window, blurring the view of Maple Street. Behind the fogged glass display case, rows of lemon tarts and powdered scones sat untouched. A porcelain teacup clinked against its saucer, breaking the morning quiet. "You’re going to wear a hole in that apron if you keep wringing it." "I can't help it. The sheriff has been across the street at the apothecary for two hours. Two hours! And Barnaby never misses his morning bear claw." "Maybe he’s just sleeping in." "With three patrol cars parked outside his shop and yellow tape fluttering in the hibiscus bushes? Try again." "Alright, it looks bad. Tell me you didn't sell him any of the special almond croissants yesterday." "Of course I did! It was Tuesday. He always buys two on Tuesdays." "Did they smell a little... extra almondy to you?" "Are you implying my pastry cream is lethal? That’s slander. Besides, Agatha was the last one seen going into his shop last night, carrying a suspiciously heavy knitting bag." "Agatha doesn't even know how to purl. Put the kettle back on. We have some snooping to plan."