Run: 2026-11-11-01M755XHBZQ58VEYZGEAAG7E20

"You're up early, which means either you're cheating on your diet, or there's trouble in Willow Creek." "Both, actually. I need the chocolate muffin, the one with the cracked top. The one you don't sell to tourists." "That one. Trouble is, it's already sold. And not even to a tourist." "To whom? Don't tell me it's Marge again. She'd eat it over the sink." "Not Marge. Someone paid cash, asked for it in a brown paper bag, and asked me not to mention any of it. Then they left through the back, before the front bell stopped." "Cash, bag, back door. That's our mayor's son, isn't it? The one who claims he's in Portland?" "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to. He owes you money for the wedding cake." "Your sister believes a lot of things. Besides, the muffin wasn't the strangest part." "What was?" "The way he kept looking over his shoulder at the Miller house. Like he expected someone to climb out of the window." "The Miller house is empty. Has been since the fire." "That's what I thought, too. Until I saw the light on last night. Just one lamp, upstairs. And a shadow."