They Locked the Only Alley to His Bakery, but the Old Flour Ledger Held More Than Delivery Records
Chapter 1: The Gate Was Locked Before the Ovens Cooled The chain struck the truck’s front bumper with a hard metallic snap. Robert heard it through his phone before Nicholas said a word. “I’m in the alley,” Nicholas said. His voice was low and tight. “There’s a gate here.” Robert stood beside the proofing racks…
