Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFEFPJY3G11563MKYC14281

Did you hear the bell above the door? It rang twice though the shop was closed. I thought it was just wind, but there’s a faint imprint of footprints in the flour. Someone’s been digging through the crates at the back. I saw a torn piece of apron on the flour bin. It matches Mrs Hart’s blue one. She’s been out of town for weeks. Could someone be borrowing it? Maybe it’s not borrowing; perhaps they leave a note with the fresh batch. A note tucked in a sugar jar reads, “For the baker with a sweet tooth, enjoy the secret batch.” The secret batch? You mean the almond‑glazed rolls we never bake? Exactly, and the missing honey‑drizzle pretzels vanished after the mayor’s gala. Now I see why the mayor’s table was oddly empty of desserts. Someone might be using the bakery as a cover, or they’re protecting a recipe they’re too shy to admit. Either way we should follow the trail. Check the ledger for any entry marked “special delivery.” The ledger’s blank tonight, except for a smudge that looks like a fingerprint? Fingerprint or clue, the mystery is baking right before our eyes.