Somewhere behind me, close to the alley I'd just burst out of, a car door slammed. Was it whoever had dropped the piece of stationery now in my pocket? Would they be coming to take it back?
I shoved our phone number into Other Me's hand. "Call it."
Then I ran past her and did a little finger wave at Studmuffin. He winked back, and his good-luck magic danced up and down my spine.
I grinned as I hunkered behind a bush along the sidewalk. Of course he'd put two and two together since there had been two of me in one place. Double the Victoria, double the love for him. No wonder his purr had nearly ruptured my ears.
Travis came up the road toward Other Me. Soon, he would give her the octopus tentacle from Lucy.
I fished out my phone and dialed Detective Palmer.
"I was just about to call you," he said by way of greeting.
"Where was Chauffeur Ethen taken?" I asked.
"Ingram Funeral Home was the only one in town not completely full. Why?"