All we found was a big fat zero. No dents or scratches or planted evidence in Bernadette of any kind. Everything that was supposed to be in my glove box was accounted for. We even searched the inside of the car vacuum for anything we might've missed. Nothing. My windshield wiper fluid was a little low, but that was the result of an extra buggy spring, not a murderer trying to frame me.
"At least Bernadette's looking extra spiffy now." Boxy vigorously rubbed some polish into my headlight.
I stepped back and admired the rest of her gleam. What a beauty. While we'd searched, we'd detailed the inside and out, right down to the hubcaps.
From his perch on his favorite shelf, Studmuffin was lazily judging a fly buzz into the garage, but I could already tell he was plotting to track paw prints over Bernadette's fresh wax sometime soon.