Chapter 194

With my pulse like a jackhammer in my ears, I bolted upright in bed.

I knew where Studmuffin was. Now I just had to rescue him.

I scrambled for my phone in the dark, juggling it a few times before my hands grasped it, and dialed Detective Palmer first since he had access to the jail cells in the police station. Straight to voice mail, probably because it was nope o'clock, even for him.

Who else would be up at this hour and willing to help? Travis. Of course Travis.

My heart skidded sideways with glee because I already knew he would pick up. And when he did and I told him we could get into serious trouble for what we were about to do, the first words out of his mouth were, "What time?"

Those words, his voice, were music to my ears.

"Now," I choked out. "Meet me at Eleventh Chocolate."