““Eric?” “Yeah . . .” “You up?” My eyes were barely open. “I think so.” “Eric, I need to ask you something.” “What?” “We got a call last night. Two o’clock in the morning.” I was awake now, knowing what was coming. “You did?” “A man said he was the exterminator in the building. Said you were interfering with his work. I told him he had a wrong number. But he insisted it was you. Knew your name. He was pretty angry.” I stared at my father. “What did you say?” “I told him he was nuts. The time and... all. I told him to go away. That I would call the police.” “What did he say?” “He hung up.” “Oh.” “Eric, do you know anything about this?” I thought for a bit and then I said, “Well . . . remember the exterminator that came?” “No.” “On Monday. Mom said he’d be coming.” “Oh, yeah,” he said vaguely. “Well . . . he wanted me to help him.” “Help him with what?” “Ah . . . extermination.” “Hmmm. Not proper.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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