Run: 2026-10-07-01M4AVC7HB5PA643BC5RAEZS62

"The vanilla extract bottle is completely empty." "Empty? I bought three yesterday morning at the market." "Check the icebox in the back. Someone's been helping themselves to more than just a taste." "But the kitchen door was locked when I came in at six." "Was it? Look at the flour dusting on the marble counter. Fresh, isn't it? And that smudge on the rolling pin." "That's from the cinnamon rolls I shaped." "Cinnamon doesn't leave handprints like that." A bell chimed above the entrance. "Early customer?" "No, wait. That's not the door—that's the oven timer." "The croissants. You set them for twenty minutes, didn't you?" "Twenty-five. I distinctly remember setting it for twenty-five, right before I stepped out." "Someone turned the dial while you were out front sweeping the sidewalk." "I was only gone for two minutes." "Long enough to take the extract, the secret spice blend, and the index card from my apron pocket." "The one with the blueberry stains on the corner?" "The very same." "Then we'd better solve this before Mrs. Henderson arrives for her usual at seven sharp." "Agreed. And check the security camera by the register." "Already done. The footage shows static... and a shadow wearing an apron." "A shadow with flour on its sleeve?" "White flour. Just like the print on the counter."