Chapter 145

One of the many cakes Studmuffin had made over the months I'd known him had these delicate chocolate curls decorating the top and sides. It looked as though he'd shaved a large chunk of chocolate, maybe with one of his murder needles, but hopefully with something more sanitary.

Anyway, that's what I imagined my knees did when he said those two little words: "It's Boxy." Like my knees had turned into chunks of chocolate and those words were what had shaved them into delicate curls that were only meant for decoration. Not something meant to help hold me up.

Yep, my knees actually curled. I had no idea what I said to Cass and Travis before I flew out of the library, if anything.

All I knew was that I'd left Boxy alone with a suspected murderer. Not alone alone since Studmuffin could transport between the two of us and a police officer was still parked outside Isabella's house. But still... Guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders as I screeched Bernadette to a stop at the curb.