Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K4RZXCW9S2V58482225CPK

The bell over Honeycrisp Bakery gave its sleepy morning jingle, and flour dust hung gold in the window light. Warm cinnamon and browned butter wrapped around the display case where apple turnovers glistened and a tray of snickerdoodles cooled. "You smelled the smoke last night too, didn't you?" "From the old mill? Burnt sugar and something chemical. Couldn't sleep after." "They say the recipe tin from the county fair went missing right before." "Forty years in that blue tin, and now poof on judging day. Seems too neat." "Have you checked the back alley bins? I saw fresh footprints by the flour delivery." "At midnight? In this town? Someone wanted that sourdough starter bad." "Or wanted no one else to have it. Remember last spring's pie contest?" "Don't remind me. Still can't look at a blueberry lattice without suspicion." "Another coffee? On the house if you peek in the alley with me after." "Only if we take the cinnamon rolls to go. Evidence gathering needs sugar." "Deal. But if the cat hisses again, I'm leaving. That cat knows something." The oven timer dinged, and powdered sugar settled like first snow over everything unsaid.