Chapter 164

"Nadine confessed," Detective Palmer told me later that night on the phone. "If you back a suspect far enough into a corner, they tend to do that. Because of you, she was not only cornered but surrounded."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me while rubbing Studmuffin's velvet pizza tips. I was dressed to the nines as a sweatpants goblin while sitting on the window seat and serving as a throne to my snoring familiar. "Well, it was all thanks to my scary troll comb I threatened her with."

The detective chuckled. He'd heard every crazy detail of the night already. "I think it was thanks to much more than that."

"Did Nadine say why she stole forty-eight cat shifter Corvettes? Is she as big a fan of cat hair as I am?" I asked, plucking a few off my chin.

"No, she said she was going to renovate her uncle's Corvette from parts of the ones she stole. Then she was going to sell the rest on the black market where she could've made a fortune."