Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDD2V6N67SM3ADW6A262GY

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the scent of yeast and sugar. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, settling on the apron strings. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the flour-dusted floor. "You're late." "Traffic on Route 9 was a nightmare. Besides, the ovens are hot." "Don't deflect. The ledger is missing again." "I told you, I put it in the safe. Maybe it fell behind the register." "You checked behind the register. You checked the safe. You checked the flour bin." "Found nothing but a confused mouse and a few stale crumbs." "It’s not the first time. Last week it was the key to the back door." "Coincidence. This town is small. People borrow things." "People don’t borrow ledgers unless they’re hiding something. Or someone." A tray of cinnamon rolls slid across the marble, steam curling into the cool air. "Eat. You look pale." "I can’t eat when the numbers don’t add up. It’s been three days." "Let me worry about the numbers. You worry about the alibi." "Alibi?" "For when the police come asking about the missing cash. They’re already here." The door chimed again. Two uniforms stood on the threshold, hats in hand.