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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy scent of cardamom and burnt sugar. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, undisturbed. "You didn't sell the last batch of sourdough to Mrs. Gable?" "No. I locked it in the safe after closing." "Then how did she have a fresh loaf at the church potluck this morning?" A hand wiped a smudge from the glass case. "She's a liar. Or someone slipped past the back door while I was in the walk-in." "The back door was bolted. I checked myself before leaving." "Did you check the window above the sink?" "I checked everything. The alarm didn't trip, and the camera was facing the wrong way." "Maybe it wasn't the bread she wanted." "What else is in the safe?" "The ledger. The one with the missing donations." Silence stretched between them, broken only by the hum of the proofing oven. Warmth radiated from the metal doors. The clock on the wall ticked loudly. "You think she stole it to hide something?" "I think someone needed to make sure the numbers didn't add up before the audit." "Then we better find the real baker." "Before the next bake sale." "Before the next bake sale."