Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ04CC22H31EM3T78KNDP7SB

The smell of ginger and warm dough hung heavy in the air, a sweet fog that clung to the rafters of Brambleberry Bakery. Flour dusted every surface like a fresh snowfall. “Two cinnamon twists and a gingerbread man, please. The one with the raisin eyes.” “Coming right up. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I wish. Ghosts are quiet. Mrs. Henderson’s new Persian is missing. Again.” “That makes three this month. First the tabby from Oak Street, then the grey one from the square…” “Everyone thinks it’s just coyotes. But find that cat, and you might find the answer to more than just a pet’s disappearance.” The paper bag crinkled as it was handed over. The baker leaned on the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. “You think someone’s… collecting them?” “I think someone wants something that belongs to Mrs. Henderson. And that cat is the only one who might know where it’s hidden.” The bell above the door jingled, admitting a gust of chilly air and a woman clutching a lost pet poster. Her eyes scanned the cozy room, lingering on the gingerbread men in the case. One was missing an arm.