Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCSKSGJH7M699JQDFMV7B03

The aroma of warm cinnamon and toasted pecans hung heavy in the air, but it did little to soothe the tension brewing over the display case. “You’re telling me a fifty-pound sack of rye flour just vanished into thin air?” “Poof. Gone. And before you start pointing fingers, the back door was locked from the inside.” “Flour doesn't walk, Martha. Unless the local rodents have suddenly developed an appetite for baking in bulk.” “I’m serious! And that’s not all. Look at the glass on the raspberry tarts.” “A smudge? You called me away from a perfectly good cup of Earl Grey over a fingerprint?” “Look closer at the powder around it. That’s not powdered sugar. It’s chalk.” “Chalk? Why on earth would—wait. Like the kind used for the hopscotch grid outside the old mayor's house?” “Precisely. And if I’m not mistaken, our thief left a little message written on the bottom of the cake board.” “Well, don't keep me in suspense. What does it say?” “‘Revenge is a dish best served baked.’” “Oh, dear. It seems Arthur’s secret sourdough starter has finally caught up with him.”