“‘Residents’?” Christian repeated.
“Of the vermin variety.” She looked at the men. These muscular, intelligent employees with knowledge of several ways to kill someone, blow something up, communicate in various languages, and hack computers groaned at the prospect of dealing with rats and cockroaches.
“Why haven’t you called an exterminator?” William asked, knowing how many other services she’d contacted in the last three weeks.
Piper logged out of her tablet and turned off the projector. Holding her tablet to her chest, she said quietly, “I thought we wouldn’t be using the space for a while, and since they’ve been living there for some time—”
“‘They’?” Austin asked, hoping for clarification.
“I hoped they would die of natural causes, then I wouldn’t have to call a service to get rid
