Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6MYV6F04QD16QYFBN8JA6

"Two cinnamon rolls, please. And don't tell me you didn't find anything strange in the flour bin." "Strange? I run a respectable bakery. Strange is when the rye won't proof." "The note. Tucked inside the empty sugar sack. 'Meet me at the old mill at midnight.' That's not a recipe." "Keep your voice down. The Kettles are at the corner table." "Whispering. Fine. Who left it?" "Delivery boy. Said a woman in a green scarf paid him double to slip it behind the counter." "Green scarf. Same one who bought a dozen lemon tarts last Tuesday and asked about the back door." "She also asked if I bake alone after closing." "And do you?" "Only when I'm hiding the good vanilla. Now—are you going to solve this or just eat my profits?" "I'll take the rolls. And the note. You keep the vanilla locked." "Deal. But if that green-scarf woman comes back for a cruller, I'm calling you first." "Call me before you call the sheriff. Cozy crimes need cozy solutions." "One condition. If you find a body at the old mill, don't bring it here. I've got a wedding cake to frost."