CHAPTER TEN
Cyrus jumped a foot in the air upon seeing the rat.
“How did it get in here?” he asked.
“I don't know, but this is your chance to get some training,” Becca said. “Take care of it.”
Cyrus stared down at the dying rat. It breathed in and out slowly.
Every hair on his arms stood up. “Why do I have to do it?”
“Hello,” Becca said, “you're supposed to be the rat expert.”
“Not until tomorrow,” he said.
“Will you please just take care of it?” she asked.
Not many things reduced her from tough-as-nails to frightened. Most of the color had drained from her face. “I'm gonna have to call the landlord. We've never had a rat problem before.”
“Logan Square is full of rats,” Cyrus said. “We had the most complaints in the city last year, remember?”
“But not in this building,” Becca sa
