Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ742GQ36QF2YNER9R1TCB6A

The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the warm haze of yeast and caramelized sugar. Clara wiped her palms on her chambray apron, watching the detective step off the welcome mat, leaving muddy prints on the pristine tile. Outside, rain needled the cobblestones of Main Street, but inside, the display cases glowed like jewel boxes with rows of raspberry tarts and lemon bars. "We're fifteen minutes early, Detective. Don't let the door chill the proofing dough." "The killer probably has the same schedule, Clara. I found the body tucked behind the mill's grain silo." "Poor Arthur. He always complained the yeast was too aggressive." "Is there nothing sacred to you? I need to know about the missing ledger." "Ledgers don't bake croissants. But if you're asking about the blue notebook, it vanished with the flour truck three days ago." "And the flour truck came from here." "The truck does. The flour comes from Miller himself. You should check the delivery manifest; he signed it with a shaking hand." "Why would a man who poisoned his partner sign a manifest with fear?" "Because fear makes your hands shake, Detective. And greed makes you forget to check the ingredients. Check the sack labeled 'Organic Rye.' It's heavier than it should be." "He buried the ledger?" "He tried. But even a killer knows you can't hide secrets in a bakery; eventually, everything rises."