Chapter 97

"Be careful," I finally blurted. "Even if you're not involved in all this, someone on the third floor of the station with you could have pushed Chloe out the window. Just...keep your eyes open."

A smile flitted across his shiny face. "I always do. And I can talk with Chloe on the first floor instead."

Nodding, I sighed my relief. "Thanks."

While he questioned my dad, I hurried over to Studmuffin on top of the police car. My familiar's head was tilted toward a Styrofoam cup that he batted closer and closer to the edge.

"Stop! Freeze!" I hissed.

Studmuffin looked up at me, his murder mitten paused in midair.

"Don't move a muscle. That's probably coffee and it's hot. You know this."

He moved his mitten a centimeter closer to the cup.

"Don't. Move," I warned.

Without even a blink or a care in his magical kitty world, he tipped the cup over. Coffee poured down the side of the cruiser and splashed onto the pavement.