Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFG0MQQNRF0DCC6S34AXDHS

The bell above the door gave a merry jingle, but the air inside *Sweet Delights* was thick with more than just the scent of cinnamon and rising dough. “Another one gone. Vanished.” “Gone? Like the last time, with the currants?” “Worse. It was the vanilla extract. The good stuff. Madagascar bourbon. Now it’s just an empty bottle, sitting right on the prep counter.” “Maybe you used it last night. For the crème brûlée tarts?” “I didn’t make tarts last night. You know I didn’t. I was home, reading that new detective novel.” “Right. The one with the poisoned scones.” “It’s fiction! Look, this is the third time. Flour, now vanilla. Someone’s testing the locks. Or… testing me.” “Could it be Mrs. Higgins? Still sore about losing the blue ribbon for her lemon drizzle?” “Her? She can’t see past her own porch. No, this feels different. More deliberate. Almost… curious.” “Well, curious is better than malicious. For now. Have you checked the pantry? Maybe it rolled behind the flour sacks.” “I checked. It’s not there. Nothing is where it should be.” A sigh, heavy as unbaked dough. “It’s like someone’s looking for something specific. And they’re starting in my bakery.”