Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX2QSX7DMP7M1S0FFZXQYFC

The bell above the door chimed, letting in a gust of crisp autumn air that mingled with the scent of toasted pecans and warm cinnamon. "Did you leave the back door unlocked again?" "I double-checked the deadbolt. Why?" "Because the flour bin was wide open this morning. And there were muddy footprints leading right to the basement." "Probably just Old Man Miller. You know he wanders." "In steel-toed boots? At four in the morning?" A tray of fresh blueberry scones clattered against the glass display case. "Well, it wasn't me. I was up to my elbows in pie crust until midnight. You really think someone broke in?" "I don't think, I know. I found this hidden behind the industrial mixer." A tarnished silver locket dangled in the air, catching the warm morning light. "Wait a minute. Isn't that...?" "Yep. The very same one that went missing from the jewelry store last week." "Good heavens. What do we do?" "First, we box up these morning buns. Then, we call the sheriff. But between you and me, I'd keep a close eye on that basement door."