The Secret Ingrediant.

It was a misty morning when the sun rose, shining through the foggy streets of London city. Soft snow fell slowly onto the street, laying over the hard concrete like a blanket of white, birds shuffled about on trees, desperately seeking warmth. Suddenly, the complete bliss and science were broken by a woman shrieking in a nearby bakery.

"Its gone! Its gone!" Yelled Mrs Downes, shrieking, as if she had been attacked. She was standing over a safe, gaping as she looked into the empty metal box. George Morgan came running down the stairs.

"What is?!" He asked panicking, as he glanced at his wife.

"The secret formula for the bread!" She said, her whole face pale, at this point George panicked too.

"Why, someone must have broken in!" He stated, speaking aloud, but really just speaking to himself, he then glanced to the front door of his bakery. Indeed, it was true someone had broken in, shattered glass lay on the floor of the bakery, someone had smashed the window and got in, then stole the formula right out the safe.

"I'm confused by how on earth they knew the code," Jenny Downes said, tears beginning to roll down her face. She said, "We are ruined! Simply ruined."

"Not if we steal it back," George said darkly, and a plan started to form in his head, he knew exactly what to do." He nodded to Miss Downes. "I'll be back soon enough," George said and swung on his coat as he began to leave, the sharp, thick glass cracking under his feet, he pushed open the door and walked onto the icy streets. "I'm coming for you, damn menace. Whoever you are." His phone rang, once, twice, three times. He answered it. "Hello?" He asked, speaking into the phone.

"Ah yes, hello. Its me Rowan," Spoke Rowan.

"Oh, goodness. Hello my son. I've got something very unfortunate to inform you off," George spoke to his son, a melancholy tone in his voice.

"Whatever happened, father?" Questioned Rowan.

George began to speak. "The bakery was broken into and not onlt that, they have stolen the secret bread formula, right out the vault. I knew I should of wrote it down elsewhere, and me and your mother will never remember it, you know our memory is terrible." George heaved a heavy sigh. "Listen, son. Meet me outside that damn rival bakery, whats the name again?"

Rowan chuckled, "Haven bakery and im on my way." Rowan hung up and George began to make his way towards the rival bakery, it had to be them who stole it, surely. They had been jealous of his bakery for years, he guessed they'd finally built up the nerve and broke in and stole it. Soon, Rowan came from around the corner, a swagger in his step as he greeted his father. "Ah, dad. You're already here. I suppose you think its the owner of this bakery that did it huh?"

"Yeah, I sure do. They've been gunning for our recipe for ages. They've finally done it, and I will get it back." His dad said as he marched into the bakery"

Rowan watched him storm in and smirked, he rolled his eyes as he watched George begin to shout and stomp at the owner. He chuckled, it was honestly quite funny, seeing his dad go crazy at the poor baker. This was just when his dead stormed out, fuming. "They 'claimed' they didn't do it," George fumed, still angry.

"Hey, maybe they didn't, you never know," replied Rowan.

"Don't be stupid, son. It was them and I'll find it out, and I'll prove it!" At this point, George stormed off down the street. He swore he would find out who it was, he bought a few items of the shop and got back home. He informed Mrs Downes of what had happened and they both went to bed. There were three more robberies that week, each on different bakeries. George was utterly confused, so he went about a different type of thing. He began to look for clues. He went to each Bakery that been broken into and searched where and what he could. Mostly he found muddy size ten footsteps, going to and fro on the bakery doors. The intruder had used the same way of break-in, smashing the front window and trudging in that way. George was utterly confused, yet he still refused to let the police know, he would solve this himself, and it would feel amazing once he busted the good-for-nothing criminal. But for days he spent laying about, doing nothing but thinking, it got him nowhere at all. But one day it all changed when George was heading to the shops. "Goodbye!" He called out to his wife, Mrs Downes. Though he wasn't sure if she could hear him, he left nonetheless, walking out the door, he sighed. He hadn't got much work done in his long days thinking, the most he had done was fix the smashed glass, though that was still something, he supposed. When he got to the shops, he beeped his card onto the card reader. *Denied* He grumbled something unintelligible and threw his card back into his pocket. Nevermind, his day seemed it couldn't get much worse. He shook his head as he walked out of the shop, a sour look planted on his face. He didn't want to go home though, and he wasn't entirely sure what else he could do, until he literally bumped right into Rowan, sending him tumbling to the floor. Right where Rowann's shoes were. Rowan's muddy, shoes. Surely it couldn't be. Surely it couldn't. His own son wouldn't... No. No, he shook it from his head, he was driving himself insane. He shouldn't go out accusing his own family of crimes, but he couldn't be too sure. He was going to follow Rowan tonight, and see where it led him, and so he did. When Rowan apologised to his father for knocking him down and George told him not to worry, secretly he began trailing him. It took hours indeed, and he was following him into the late evening, it was extremely odd. His son didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, dipping in and out of alleyways, walking for ages. Until he sat outside a familiar bakery. Jameson's Bakery was the name. His suspicions grew further when his son lifted himself off a chair and wrapped some cloth around the fist, this would be the time the bakery closed up. Rowan launched his fist at the glass, completely and utterly shattering it. It fell all over the floor and he quickly ran in. George ran in too, trying to confront his son. In which he did.

"What are you doing here dad?!" His son asked in a quick panic.

"Why? Why, would you throw your life away robbing, this could land you in prison. It *will* land you in prison," Cried out George, a look of complete despair on his face, "I just... can't believe you would do something like this." George looked down, at the glass shattered onto the floor. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, the piercing siren going off and on.

Panicking Rowan began to rumble, "Listen dad, I promise I only did it to help us, I was gonna take us all on a nice big holiday. I swear it!"

George shook his head, he wasn't an idiot, he knew Rowan had changed. "My own son, stealing from me... Why?"

Rowan began to speak, "Because I-" He was promptly cut off by George.

"I want to hear the truth, alright? The truth and nothing else." Before Rowan could reply police cars pulled up outside.

"Everyone on the floor!" Shouted the policemen.

"He's in here officer, he's in here." George sighed as he called for the police, he began to walk out the bakery, treading once again on the broken glass. "You've disappointed me... my son," George said, looking down onto the ground. He didn't bother to back as his son was thrown to the floor by the police, and handcuffs slung around his arms.

"Y'know what old man!" His son spat at George. "I did it, because I wanted my own business, my own bakery. To wipe that stupid, smug grin off your face. I'm proud I did it. What you gonna do? Tell me off?!" His son yelled at him, George glanced back. He sighed, all of this, just for a recipe. George began to walk to his bakery. He didn't bother to glance back at his son.