The bored-looking policewoman behind the front desk perked up noticeably when she spotted Travis. She was young and blonde and much too pretty. The printer behind her sounded like it had crickets in it as it spit out paper after paper. A ream of paper next to it suddenly fluttered to the ground, all by itself. That was definitely something Studmuffin would knock over, but when I looked down, he was sitting next to me while purring loudly.

"Can I help you?" the policewoman asked ...