Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFSBNND4VBEFMM5GHS2PJR

The bell abovethe bakery door tinkled softly. "Another loaf of your sourdough, Mrs. Henderson?" the baker asked, sliding a warm, crusty loaf across the counter. The woman took it, her eyes lingering on the display case. "It’s always so... perfect," she murmured, her gaze fixed on a particular pastry. "That raspberry tart, is it still there?" The baker paused, wiping flour from his hands. "The raspberry tart?" He glanced towards the case, his expression shifting slightly. "I’m afraid it sold out this morning. The last one went to Mr. Davies." He offered a polite smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something else – unease, perhaps? – as he turned back to the customer. "Would you like something else? The almond croissant is fresh." Mrs. Henderson nodded slowly, her attention still drawn to the empty space where the tart had been. "Yes, perhaps the almond croissant. But it’s... strange, isn't it? How quickly things disappear here. Like last week's blueberry pie. Gone before noon." She didn't look at him, but her voice held a note of quiet accusation. "You know who took it, don't you?" The baker straightened, his hands clenching slightly behind his back. "I know who bought it, Mrs. Henderson. That's all I know." His voice was calm, but the tension in his posture was undeniable. "Mr. Davies has a sweet tooth, that's all." He forced a smile, turning to retrieve the croissant. "Now, about that payment..."