Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WWDP8C7M5ZYR0FQ3X3PC7

The smell of cinnamon and fresh bread hung thick in the air as the morning sun pushed through the lace curtains of Honeycomb Bakery. The display case gleamed with rows of sugar-dusted pastries, but the atmosphere was anything but sweet. "I'm telling you, someone took the recipe box. It was sitting right there on the counter Wednesday night, and now it's gone." "Are you certain you didn't just misplace it? You've been run off your feet with the harvest festival orders." "Forty years that box has lived on that shelf. I didn't misplace it." A flour-dusted hand gestured toward the empty wooden shelf beside the oven. "And before you ask, yes, I locked up properly." "Who has a key besides you?" A long pause followed, filled only by the soft crackling of something baking. "Well. There's my nephew. And Patrice from next door, for emergencies." "Patrice, who just announced she's opening her own bakery in Clover Springs?" The rolling pin came down on the counter with a decisive thud. "I gave her that key in friendship." "And she may have used it for something else entirely. I think we need to have a little chat with Patrice."