“What is this?!” Spencer demanded as he threw one of his shirts onto the table in the dining room attached to the kitchen at the hideout. “Which one of you cut a hole in my shirt?”
Jimmy picked up the shirt and held it up. A large circular was missing from the middle of the back. The rugged edges indicated that it had not been cut, but had been chewed by something. Jimmy chuckled as he shook his head.
“Spencer, between this and the chair leg being gnawed almost in half, I would say this house has a serious rodent problem,” Jimmy chuckled. “And for some reason, they do not like you.”
“Oh, shut up!” Spencer hissed. “There is no reason why the vermin should be targeting me any more than anyone else.”
“I’m just saying, it kind of looks that way,” Jimmy shrugged as Charles snickered.
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