Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCXJTXDEMYAYV4N0N2H5FWZ

Warm air thick with cinnamon and toasted yeast enveloped the front counter of Honeybee Bakery. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, illuminating a glass display case crammed with fresh blueberry scones. "Look at this. Found it right at the bottom of the flour bin." "Is that... a silver cufflink? Engraved with a monogram?" "An 'H', to be precise. And unless Mayor Henderson decided to knead thirty pounds of rye dough at midnight, it doesn't belong to anyone on the morning shift." "Wait. He left the charity gala early last night, claiming he had an urgent errand." "An errand that required burrowing into my whole wheat supply?" "Or hiding something. Did you check the rest of the sack?" "Just the top. I stopped when my scoop hit metal." "Pass me that wooden spoon. If he was sneaking around after hours, he wasn't looking for a pastry. He was trying to ditch evidence before the sheriff searched his office." "Careful! You’re dusting the entire display case with flour." "Forget the case! Look—there’s a tiny flash drive jammed inside the lining." "Don't touch it with buttery fingers. We need latex gloves, a laptop, and a very fresh pot of Earl Grey."