Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRNMF6MQKGA1K1NTN6B8AG

The bell over the door at Miller's Bakery jingled as morning fog curled off Main Street. "You're late." "I had to check the back lot again. Footprints go right up to the dumpster and stop." "Stop?" "Like they vanished. Or someone picked them up." The ovens exhaled warm cinnamon. A tray of blueberry scones cooled on the rack behind the glass. "You're talking about Mrs. Halpern again." "I'm talking about the sugar. Three pounds missing from the back room." "Maybe the mice got ambitious." "There are no mice. There is a wet boot print on the flour sack and a cardigan caught on the door." A customer shuffled in, and the bell jingled again. The display case caught the light. "You think she fell in the river?" "I think someone's been baking at night and doesn't want anyone to know." "So we keep selling the almond croissants and pretend we didn't see?" "For now. But I'm saving the cardigan." "And the sugar?" "I'll dust for prints when the lunch rush is over." The first timer dings.