Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K517DBN8TP6VK0EWY1E9K4

The bell above Sweet Crumbs jingled as the rain finally eased, leaving the scent of cinnamon and wet pavement hanging in the air. The display case was half empty, though it was barely eight in the morning. A single tray of untouched almond croissants sat under the warm light. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow. "You’re early. And you’ve already rearranged my crime scene." "Crime scene? Darling, it’s a pastry case. Though I did notice your famous cinnamon rolls are gone before the farmers’ market crowd even arrived." "They weren’t sold. Three dozen, vanished between five and six. The back door was unlocked, and there’s powdered sugar on the handle. Only one person in town hates powdered sugar that much." "Let me guess. She also happens to run the rival bakery that mysteriously added 'original' cinnamon rolls to her chalkboard this morning?" "Exactly. And she left her reusable tote bag right here. Bright yellow, with her initials." "Then we have two choices. Call Sheriff Miller, or pay her a friendly visit and see how flaky her alibi is." Outside, the rival bakery's chalkboard gleamed wet across the street, the fresh chalk already smudging in the drizzle.