The phone call was an unwelcome interruption. Paul reluctantly raised his head, his sight partially obscured by one very lacy bra. Sassy yanked his head back down again.

“I need your full attention, lover boy.”

“Wait, it might be important.” He scrambled out of bed, peeling off the bra and throwing it back at her. She pouted in what she thought was a seductive manner. Truthfully, she looked more like a bulldog with a toothache.

Paul answered the phone on the third ring, his face blanching when he saw the Caller ID: Lincoln County Jail.

“Hello?” he answered breathlessly.

“Yo, yo, yo, yiggiddy yo.”

“Jameson, why are you in jail?”

“I got arrested, Sherlock.”

“I know that, jerkoff. I mean, what did you do?”

“Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?”

“Save it for the judge.”

“Listen, I need you to bail me out.”

“Sure thing, dude.”

Paul turned to Sassy after hanging up, a plaintive look on his face. “I need a favor, Sassy.”

“That’s twice in 24 hours, lover boy. This better be good.”