His smile hid things. His eyes knew more then led on. The bakery closed at 6:15 every day. That’s when I strike.

I walked into the alley and picked the lock. The fridge, dough. The cabinet ingredients. The drawer a LOT of yeast. That’s when I noticed it a door behind the oven. I shoved the oven out of the way and kicked the door. It was an office. It looked normal but was it? Nope. The first drawer I opened had files. Files of all the missing people. Anny Top, Greg Brown, every single one. Just then I heard footsteps, I grabbed the knife attached to my belt and whipped around. I wanted to sigh of relief but I couldn’t. Yes, I was relieved that it wasn’t the baker but it was Simon.

“What are you doing here?” I asked putting my knife back on my belt.

“ I could ask you the same.” He said stepping into the room. “Did you notice that every single missing person walked into the bakery once and ordered the Sugar Cookie with a lemonade?” He asked grabbing one of the files.