Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ79F812S4R40B0WHDCRTJ79

The bell above the door chimed, slicing through the warm haze of cinnamon and rising yeast. Flour dusted the countertop like fresh snow as a wooden rolling pin thumped rhythmically against the scarred maple. "You're attacking that dough like it stole your favorite whisk." "It's the sourdough. Temperamental. Much like the gossip floating down Main Street this morning." "You mean the Mayor's vanished prize ribbon?" "Worse. The judging ledger. Gone from the locked drawer in the community hall just before dawn." "Impossible. Old Man Miller sleeps with that key on a chain around his neck." "Unless he took it off for his shave at the barber's. Right when a figure in a flour-dusted apron was seen loitering near the back entrance." "I was delivering the Mayor's order. Twelve bear claws, extra glaze." "So you claim. But the deputy found a trail of crumbs leading straight to the alley." "Bear claw crumbs?" "Almond paste and cardamom. Your secret recipe." "My recipe uses nutmeg. Always has. Those crumbs were planted to frame me." "Then explain why your delivery box is sitting behind the dumpster, empty except for a single, glittering gold ribbon tucked under the lid." "Hand me that piping bag. Quickly." "The Sheriff?" "No. The Mayor. And he's waving the ledger."