Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA817ZG2SYRMFSPGX9T5RM

The bell over the door chimed at half past five, but the cinnamon rolls were still cooling, and the shop smelled of burnt sugar with something sharper underneath. "You're up early," the baker said, not turning from the proofing racks. "Couldn't sleep. I heard the back door rattle around three." "Probably the wind. This old building creaks like a ship." "Wind doesn't leave flour footprints on the landing." A pause. The rolling pin stopped mid-stroke. "Those were mine. I came in before dawn to start the sourdough." "Then why did the register open with a key that's been missing since March?" "Because someone copied it. And you know exactly who had access to the spare set." "Don't do this to me, not today. The lemon scones have to be out before the Garden Club arrives." "The scones can wait. So can the Garden Club. Mrs. Hadley has already been asking questions about the missing fifty dollars." "Then let her ask. I've got nothing to hide." "Good. Then you won't mind showing me the ledger." Silence, then the soft thud of a flour sack set down on the counter. "Top drawer, under the recipe cards. Careful with the coffee ring. It's the only honest page in the book."