Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4ZDKJKJP0FQCXXG7FXH21

The bell above Sugarplum Bakery jingled, but the usual tray of morning scones was empty. Flour dust hung in the air like fog, and a single smudgy footprint led behind the counter. The scent of cinnamon still lingered, too sweet to cover worry. A half-mixed bowl sat abandoned, spoon sticking straight up. "Well, that's not how you keep a bakery open past seven." "It's how you keep it closed. Someone took the last batch. And Mabel's ledger." "You're saying someone stole scones and accounting? That's a very ambitious thief." "Check the footprint. Size ten, boot, fresh icing on the heel. Only one person in town wears work boots to buy croissants." "Mr. Henderson? He wouldn't. He brings his granddaughter every Tuesday for sprinkles." "He brought her yesterday, said he needed money for her piano lessons. Mabel told him she couldn't lend any more." "You think he'd steal the ledger to erase a debt?" "I think the ledger didn't just walk out. And look, the back door's unlocked, and there's blueberry filling on the handle. Someone left in a hurry." "Then we better follow the blueberries before Mabel gets back and thinks we ate her entire inventory."