Chapter 58

"It's like you're an expert at finding trouble." Travis crossed his arms and leaned against Bernadette's hood. "Did you do a finding spell for that severed head or something?"

"I wouldn't know a finding spell even if it found me first." I fed the pay phone on the side of the road a couple quarters then dialed 911. Obviously I couldn't use my cell to call because then the police would know I'd somehow found the severed head inside a locked funeral home.

Studmuffin tiptoed up to Travis and dove headfirst into his left cowboy boot. That's how he fell asleep - head down, rear end up in the air. His mischievousness today must've worn him out.

When the operator picked up, I deepened my voice to disguise it. "Hello. There is a severed heard inside a block of ice behind the potato painting in the Three Brothers' Funeral Home. Uh, have a nice day."

Travis muffled his laughter with his hand.

I hung up and then shot him a glare. "What?"