Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBH67S12CKDQ19Q0P03QYDD

The bell jingled, cutting through the scent of cinnamon and yeast. Flour dusted the counter. "You didn't sleep again, did you?" "Someone has to watch the ovens." "It's three in the morning. Even the rats are asleep." "Not the ones in the alley. I heard the dumpster lid slam." "Probably just the wind." "Wind doesn't wear boots, Martha." A pause. The rolling pin thumped rhythmically against dough. "You think it was him?" "I think the mayor's prize poodle didn't vanish into thin air." "Oh, poor Barnaby." "Barnaby is fine. It's the man who took him that worries me. He asked about the safe deposit boxes." "Here?" "At the bank. But he was looking at *this* shop." "Why?" "Because I hid the key inside the wedding cake tin." "You what?" "It's the only place no one looks." "That tin is full of sourdough starters." "Exactly." "You're mad." "I'm prepared." The bell jingled again. Heavy footsteps approached the counter. "Two scones, please. And keep the change." "Coming right up." "Don't forget the jam." "Strawberry or blackberry?" "The one with the black seeds. The dark one." "Right away."