Emily leaned in. On the monitor, coiled like a sleeping dragon, was a mass of roots, congealed grease, and—miraculously—a small, intact rubber duck.
Pete knelt, slid the camera snake down the pipe, and squinted at the screen. After a moment, he sat back on his heels. clogged drains ellerslie
Emily paid him, plus a twenty-dollar tip she’d hidden in her pocket just in case. Emily leaned in
And in Ellerslie, Pete drove home, cleaned his auger, and added a new entry to his notebook: “Duck saved. Sanity restored.” Emily leaned in. On the monitor