Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD61M5PX82B34M2GCMDX571

The bell over Maple Street Bakery jingled, but the morning rush was already gone. A single tray of almond croissants sat untouched behind the glass, and floury footprints led from the back door straight to the counter. "You're early. And you tracked in half the alley." "Those aren't mine. Look, they're pointed the wrong way. Someone came in after you closed." "The door was locked. I always double-check since the Great Sourdough Starter Incident." "Well, someone didn't take bread. The cash register is full, but Mrs. Abernathy's prize-winning apple pie is missing from the cooling rack. The whole pie." "Her entry for the Harvest Festival? She said she'd hide it here so her husband wouldn't eat it before the judges came." "Exactly. And she left that note yesterday. Remember? 'If anything happens to my pie, look to the mayor.'" "The mayor? He wouldn't steal a pie. He hates apples." "He hates losing. And Mrs. Abernathy has beaten him three years in a row." "Then we better find those crumbs before she does. She brought her rolling pin last time."