Half a block away from Eleventh Chocolate, I killed my lights and then rolled to a stop across the street from the darkened store.
"See anyone?" I whispered, though I seriously doubted anyone could hear me inside Bernadette. We were the only ones out cruising Belle's Cove at this hour, as far as I could tell.
From his perch on my lap, Studmuffin stared out the driver-side window. "Not yet."
"Keep looking." I slung both arms around his furry body. "From here. No vanishing acts for you."
"You don't trust me."
"Not even a little bit."
"Even if I wanted to break in, and I really, really do, I can't. Travis isn't here with us." He sighed forlornly, his eyes glazing over, likely with thoughts of Travis and his magical cowboy boots. "We're thick as thieves, us three. Shenanigators to the extreme."
I chuckled. "Yes, I'm aware."
"Text him?"
"Nope."
"Call him?"
"Uh-uh."