"Nadine confessed," Detective Palmer told me later that night on the phone. "If you back a suspect far enough into a corner, they tend to do that. Because of you, she was not only cornered but surrounded."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me while rubbing Studmuffin's velvet pizza tips. I was dressed to the nines as a sweatpants goblin while sitting on the window seat and serving as a throne to my snoring familiar. "Well, it was all thanks to my scary troll comb I threatened her ...