Before Boxy left for the day, I pinched his nose, and at the same time, I reached through an open window and honked a customer's horn.

You know, like a true professional.

"Are you tired of me yet?" At this point, I was tired of me.

"Ha!" Boxy folded me into a one-armed hug. "Never!"

He'd checked the security footage to see who'd delivered the second ransom note, but the camera over the garage didn't reach as far as the mailbox at the curb. With the help of ...