Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W53V5K1NDWEJ3QQ19WE14

The bell above the bakery door chimed, ushering in the crisp morning. Behind the counter, raspberry thumbprint cookies glistened, and the air was thick with the scent of rising dough. Two women occupied the only other table, china cups poised between their hands. "The sourdough is particularly good today. Is it the starter?" "Bertha is over two hundred years old, she deserves the credit. You didn't come here to discuss my starter, though." "Fine. It's about the garden show. The prize-winning orchid is missing. Pot and all." "From the locked greenhouse? That's brazen." "Exactly. The only people with the code are the committee members. And you." "Are you accusing me? I was up to my elbows in buttercream all night." "Weren't you, though? I saw your light on at three a.m. Your car wasn't in the drive." A long silence hung, broken only by the hum of the display case cooler. "My car was at the mechanic's. I was walking Bertha. She gets restless." "Your dog was seen trotting down Maple Street alone at that hour. With a very dirty paw print on her collar. The greenhouse soil is quite distinctive, isn't it?"