I headed for the police station from the opposite direction as Other Me, Studmuffin, and Travis. When I peeked around a corner streetlight, they were just strolling inside and Detective Palmer's Jeep was still parked at the curb.

"Bummer," I muttered. I really needed him gone, and soon.

Except for me, the street was otherwise empty. Another idea hit me. Yet again, it wasn't a great one, but it would have to do. I snuck up to the far side of the detective's Jeep, braced my ...