Studmuffin gasped. "Oh. My. Pants. Not my Mr. Shiny!"

My mind spun in a hundred different explosive directions at once, like bursts of fireworks throwing off sparks. I hadn't even realized I'd looped my arm with Boxy's and hurried him toward Bernadette until I sat next to him and we were hurling down the road back to the library.

"What kind of danger is the detective in?" My stomach clenched tighter than my hands around the steering wheel.

Studmuffin sat on my lap, ...