Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DEV2142QHQX6VCH5XAN5B

The bell above the bakery door jingled, but neither of them moved. The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung in the air, warm and wrong for so early. "The cinnamon rolls are still warm." "I know. That's what worries me." "Because warm means someone was here before dawn." "Exactly. And the only key to the back door hangs behind the counter." "Which was empty when I opened." "Don't look at me. I was at the farmers' market, judging jam." "Then who left a flour handprint on the ledger?" "Could be anyone. Half the town bakes." "Half the town doesn't know about the ledger." "True. So either our thief is a baker..." "Or a very good reader." "That's not funny." "I wasn't laughing. I was noticing the sugar on your sleeve." "Vanilla glaze. From yesterday." "The murder was yesterday." "...I brought you a sample. It's in the box." "Then why is your hand shaking?" "Because the recipe for the poisoned tart is missing from that ledger." "That's more than cinnamon rolls." "And less than an alibi." "Start talking. Before the morning rush." The tray between them cooled. Outside, Main Street began to wake.