The doors are locked. The flour count is short by 1.8 kilograms.Follow three pieces of evidence in order. There is nothing to choose and no culprit to guess.Open the first ledger entry ↓
11:42 PM · the back tableEntry 01
One flour bin is lighter than the card says.
The last batch is gone, but its weight remains on paper.
Mara has locked the front door when the closing count stops matching. The flour bin is 1.8 kilograms lighter than the formula card allows.
She lays three things on the steel table: the formula, the scale slip, and the name of the person who mixed the last batch. None of them explains the missing flour yet.
In the afternoon photograph, six small loaves sit where an empty tray now leans. The sales sheet records four. The waste page records none.
Mara writes the times in one column and leaves the reason blank. The evidence narrows the missing batch to forty-three minutes, but does not name a culprit.
The last receipt carries the answer in its margin.
Six tasting loaves were sent upstairs and never entered as a transfer.
A delivery receipt has one line squeezed into the margin: six tasting loaves, upstairs meeting, 4:27. The batch was neither sold nor wasted; it moved without being recorded.
Mara adds a transfer line to tomorrow's sheet and clips the receipt behind it. At 12:31, the number closes because the trail does—not because anyone guessed harder.