Ex Rat 4

The rat was pretty wet. Stuffed as he was into the water bottle there was still room for the water to get in.

His fur was slicked with pool water but he was nearly out.

The plastic was tough but he had nearly gnawed enough for his head to poke out.

"Well?"

The man was sitting on the steps, after work, drink in his hand, his silk tie with ethnic pattern lay draped across his thigh. The top button of his shirt had recently been undone.

"Well what?"

The woman was waiting for her Smart Ting™ to ring. She looked at it accusingly.

"Did you snare your thief?"

" You know are those, PARTY people next door? What with that car, those uniforms. What does it mean?"

The rat's body was nearly out of the bottle but it waited until the wind shifted the clear, blue water and steered him closer to the pool side.

The man downed the drink and started to crunch the ice.

"There's a lot of uniforms round here. Even the guard has some pretty impressive epaulets. They could be. This is an expensive place to live and not everyone is in business. "

" Did you ask for a drink for me? And no."

"Sure, it's coming. Angelina knows what you need. And no, what?"

" The money is still there. I'm going to put it under the table nearby to make it look as though I haven't even noticed it fall."

"Clever."