Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ73HCXBFMM8G7T3C4SVCF2W

The bell above the oak door chimed, scattering flour into the morning light. The air smelled of browned butter and vanilla. Behind the counter, hands wiped down the marble tiles and paused, thumbs brushing a folded receipt left on the edge. "You're late again." The paper slid across the wood. "Three loaves of sourdough vanished overnight. The security camera only caught a shadow slipping past." A heavy boot scuffed the floorboards, leaning against the display case. "I told you the old supply shed has a loose latch. Anyone could slip inside." "And grab half the inventory without breaking a jar?" Fingers picked up the receipt, tracing the smudged coffee ring near the stamp. "Not just anyone. Someone who knows the delivery schedule inside out." Arms crossed, eyes fixed on the empty spot where the bread bins usually stood. "Like the hardware store owner?" A slow blink followed a quiet laugh. "Or the man who’s been borrowing our surplus since January." A knuckle tapped the folded corner. "The stamp matches the post office’s return bin." The receipt slipped into a wool pocket, fingers reaching for a still-warm cinnamon roll. "Then we let the crumbs lead us tomorrow."