Run: 2026-11-11-01M754NVZAD18WE7S8810YDWM3

The bell over the bakery door jingled as rain tapped the windows of Willow Creek, and the case of blueberry muffins was already empty by nine. Steam fogged the windows and blurred the empty Main Street outside. "You're early for someone who swore she was sleeping in today." "Couldn't. The bakery's back door was standing wide open when I got here." "Wide open? In this weather? Did you lock it last night?" "Of course I locked it. Double-checked, even. And the flour sack?" "What about it?" "Moved. It was by the pantry, remember? Now it's halfway to the freezer, and there's mud on the tile. Not much, just a single footprint." "Single?" "Left foot. Size ten, maybe. And the delivery van?" "Parked out back, engine still warm. But I didn't see anyone." "Did you see the recipe ledger?" "The one with your grandmother's notes? It's always in the office drawer." "Not today. Drawer was open. Ledger's gone." "Could Old Mrs. Hart have taken it for safekeeping? She did mention something about that new developer wanting the building." "Don't be ridiculous." A tray clattered loudly in the kitchen behind them. "Did you just drop that, or should we run right now?"