Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HBVHH19X9FZ7NYEHK30TZN

The bell above the door jingled, drowning out the hum of the mixer. A scent of burnt sugar and panic clung to the warm air. Martha wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron, eyeing the empty jar labeled 'Special Essence.' "Tell me you didn't use the last drop for the scones. I need that for the pie filling for the Mayor's dinner." "I wouldn't dare. You know how he gets when his dessert is mediocre. Besides, I checked the back entrance. Someone was lingering near the supply closet while we were busy with the lunch rush." "Lingering? Or taking?" Martha grabbed the ledger, her fingers trembling slightly. "The delivery from Boston was here this morning. Full crate of exotic vanilla beans. Now half the stock is gone, and the jar is licked clean." "The janitor saw a figure in a gray hoodie slipping something into a bag. Didn't look like a customer. Looked like they knew exactly where to go." "Gray hoodie? That matches the description from the post office thief. Elias, lock the front. If they're back for the cash register, I want them walking through a wall of rosemary sourdough first."