Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ77P33XQJH80PCR0Q539RDV

The bell above the heavy oak door jingled, cutting through the warm, heavy scent of yeast and cinnamon. Dust motes danced in the shafts of morning sunlight streaming over the glass display cases, illuminating rows of golden danishes and dark raisin breads waiting to be sold. "It's gone. I tell you, the recipe card is gone." "Calm down. Breathe. You put it in the tin behind the sourdough?" "I did! I swear on my grandma's crockery. But when I went to check the starters this morning? Nothing but a smear of jam." "Jam?" Fingers dusted with flour leaned close to the shelf. "That's not just jam. Look at the rim. It's strawberry, but there's a gray thread caught in it." "A thread? What kind..." "Thick, woolen gray. And... is that a paw print in the flour on the back ledge?" "Mr. Whiskers! The bakery cat! He must have knocked it down." "Mr. Whiskers can't reach the top shelf, and he hates strawberry jam. This was placed there. Careful. Deliberate." "We have to tell Mayor Higgins." "The Mayor owes Mrs. Gable a favor. But if the card is gone, he's the first suspect. He's been eyeing the bakery for the deed since the fire." "Then the fire wasn't an accident?" "In Oak Creek, secrets have a way of rising."