Half a block away from Eleventh Chocolate, I killed my lights and then rolled to a stop across the street from the darkened store.
"See anyone?" I whispered, though I seriously doubted anyone could hear me inside Bernadette. We were the only ones out cruising Belle's Cove at this hour, as far as I could tell.
From his perch on my lap, Studmuffin stared out the driver-side window. "Not yet."
"Keep looking." I slung both arms around his furry body. "From here. No vanishing acts for you."
"You don't trust me."
"Not even a little bit."
"Even if I wanted to break in, and I really, really do, I can't. Travis isn't here with us." He sighed forlornly, his eyes glazing over, likely with thoughts of Travis and his magical cowboy boots. "We're thick as thieves, us three. Shenanigators to
