Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DG0KSHPTDBYAQAN2FZW8G

"Morning, Hazel. Two maple-glazed and one black coffee, please." "Coming right up. You're early for a Tuesday." "Couldn't sleep. That missing recipe book from the church fundraiser—it's been nagging at me." "You think someone took it?" "I think someone wanted the page with the secret ingredient. The one for the prize-winning crumb cake." "Half the town would kill for that recipe." "Exactly. And I saw Mayor Pruitt leaving the parish hall last night, dusted with cinnamon." "Mayor Pruitt doesn't bake." "Which makes it stranger. He was carrying a bakery box." "From here?" "Had our sticker on it. But we didn't sell any boxes yesterday." "Then somebody's been in my kitchen." "Or someone wants us to think so." "Wait. That box was for the food bank. I filled it with day-olds." "Then why was he sneaking around?" "Maybe he wasn't sneaking. Maybe he was returning something." "Like the recipe book?" "Check the napkin dispenser. I found a page tucked inside this morning." "Which page?" "The one for the crumb cake. With a note: 'Sorry. I needed the secret.'" "Looks like we have a mystery on our hands." "Or a very apologetic thief."