Studmuffin was here?!
I nearly leaped out of my hidey hole to search for him, but I somehow managed to put my mental brakes on that. This cat glitter could belong to any cat and could've been brought in by anyone. Still, the only person here currently not wearing a coat was Parker Lee. One, or maybe all of the coats on Cass's coatrack, probably belonged to Parker.
Was he the catnapper?
I quickly fired off a text to Travis: Stud mite b here. Cas found fir. No time for spell check, and obviously I couldn't use my voice-to-text app. Hopefully he understood.
His phone chimed. After he read my text, he shoved his phone into his pocket, his face about four shades paler. "Welp, you've been very helpful, but I think I'll be going now."
"Fine," Parker said with a sigh. "I'll give you twenty-one bucks each."