The crowd was shouting, wanting to know who won or if we were both dead. I looked through cracked eyelids to find Trent. He didn’t look happy, and I knew our ruse was halfway to being successful. Baron lay very still. A tiny squeak slipped from him, and I carefully answered. A pulse of excitement raced through me and was gone.
“Ladies! Gentlemen!” Jim’s professional voice layered over the noise. “It seems we have a draw. Will the owners please retrieve their animals?” The crowd hushed. “We will have a short break to determine if either contestant is alive.”
My heart raced as the shadows of hands came closer. Baron made three short squeaks and exploded into motion. I belatedly followed, grasping the first hand I found.
“Look out!” someone shouted. I was flung into the air as a hand jerked away. I arched through the air, tail whipping in frantic circles. I glimpsed a surprised face and landed on a man’s chest. He screamed like a girl and brushed me off. I hit the floor hard, stunned. I took three quick breaths, then lurched under his chair.
The noise was astounding. One would think a lion was loose, not two rodents. People scattered. The rush of feet past the chair was unreal. Someone smelling of wood chips reached down. I bared my teeth and he drew back.
“I’ve got the mink,” an official shouted over the noise. “Get me a net.” He glanced away, and I ran. Pulse so fast it was almost a hum, I dodged feet and chairs, nearly slamming head first into the far wall. The blood from my ear was dripping into my eye, blurring my vision. How was I going to get out of there?
“Everyone remain calm!” came Jim’s voice over the loudspeaker. “Please return to the lobby for refreshments while a search is made. We ask that you keep the outer doors closed until we have regained the contestants.” There was a pause. “And somebody get that dog out of here,” he finished loudly.
Doors? I thought as I peered into the madhouse. I didn’t need a door. I needed Jenks.
“Rachel!” came a call from above me. I squeaked as Jenks landed on my shoulders with a light thump. “You look like crap,” he shouted into my torn ear. “I thought that rat nacked you. When you jumped up and grabbed Jonathan’s hand, I nearly pissed my pants!”
“Where’s the door?” I tried to ask. How he found me would have to wait.
“Don’t have a hissy,” he said defensively. “I left like you said. I just came back. When Trent left with that cat box, I knew you were in it. I hitched a ride under the bumper. Betcha didn’t know that’s how pixies get around the city, did you? You’d better get your furry ass moving before someone sees you.”
“Where!” I squeaked. “Where do I go!”
“There’s a back way out. I did a survey during the first fight. Man, those rats are vicious. Did you see that one bite the other’s foot right off? If you follow this wall for about twenty feet, then down three stairs, you’ll come to a hallway.”
I started moving. Jenks gripped my fur tighter.
“Ugh. Your ear is a mess,” he said as I flowed down the three stairs. “Okay. Go down the hallway to the right. There’s an opening—No! Don’t take it,” he shouted as I did just that. “It’s the kitchen.”
I turned, freezing at the sound of feet on the stairs. My pulse raced. I wouldn’t be caught. I wouldn’t.
“The sink,” Jenks whispered. “The cupboard door isn’t closed. Hurry!”
Spotting it, I scurried across the tile floor, my claws scraping softly. I wedged myself inside. Jenks flitted to peek around the door. Backing away to hide behind a bucket, I listened.
“They aren’t in the kitchen,” a voice shouted, sounding muffled. I felt a knot of worry loosen. He had said “they.” Baron was still free.
Jenks turned, his wings an unseen blur as he stood in the cupboard. “Damn, it’s good to see you. Ivy’s done nothing but stare at a map of Trent’s compound she dug up,” he whispered. “All night muttering and scribbling on paper. Every sheet ends up crumpled in the corner. My kids are having a blast playing hide-and-seek in the pile she’s made. I don’t think she knows I’m gone. She just sits at that map of hers, drinking orange juice.”
I smelled dirt. As Jenks babbled like a Brimstone addict needing his fix, I explored the smelly cupboard to find that the pipe from the sink went under the house through a wood floor. The crack between the iron and the floor was just wide enough for my shoulder. I started chewing.
“I said, get that dog out of here,” a muffled voice shouted. “No. Wait. You have a lead for him? He can find them.”
Jenks came close. “Hey, the floor. That’s a good idea! Let me help.” Jenks alighted next to me, getting in my way.
“Get Baron,” I tried to squeak.
“I can so help.” Jenks pried a toothpick-sized stick of wood from around the hole.
“The rat,” I chittered. “He can’t see.” Frustrated, I knocked over a canister of sink cleaner. The powder spilled out, and the smell of pine became overwhelming. Snatching Jenks’s toothpick, I wrote out, “Get rat.”
Jenks took to the air, a hand over his nose. “Why?”
“Man,” I scrawled. “Can’t see.”
Jenks grinned. “You found a friend! Wait till I tell Ivy.”
I bared my teeth, pointing at the door with my stick. Still he hesitated. “You’ll stay here? Keep making that hole bigger?”
Frustrated, I threw the stick at him. Jenks hovered backward. “All right, all right! Don’t lose your panties. No, wait. You don’t have any, do you?”
His laughter chimed out, sounding like freedom itself, as he slipped past the crack in door. I went back to chewing the floor. It tasted awful, a putrid mix of soap, grease, and mold. I just knew I was going to get sick. Tension strung through me. The sudden thumps and crashes from up front jerked me. I was waiting for the triumphant cry of capture. Fortunately it seemed the dog didn’t know what was expected of it. It wanted to play, and tempers were getting short.
My jaws ached, and I stifled a cry of frustration. Soap had gotten into the cut on my ear, and it was a flaming misery. I tried to stick my head through the hole and into the crawl space. If my head could make it, my body probably could, too. But it wasn’t big enough yet.
“Look!” someone shouted. “He’s working now. He’s got their scent.”
Frantic, I yanked my head out of the hole. My ear scraped and started bleeding again. There was a sudden scratching in the hallway, and I redoubled my efforts. Jenks’s voice came faintly over the sounds of my gnawing. “It’s the kitchen. Rachel is under the sink. No. The next cupboard. Hurry! I think they saw you.”
There was a sudden rush of light and air, and I sat up, spitting pulpy wood from me.
“Hi! We’re back! I found your rat, Rache.”
Baron glanced at me. His eyes were bright. Immediately he bounded over. His head dipped into the hold and he started gnawing. There wasn’t enough room for his wider shoulders. I continued to widen the hole at the top. The yapping of the dog came from the hall. We froze for a heartbeat, then chewed. My stomach clenched.
“Is it big enough?” Jenks shouted. “Go! Hurry!”
Pushing my head into the hole next to Baron’s, I gnawed furiously. There was a scratching at the cupboard door. Shafts of light flickered as the door bumped against the frame. “Here!” a loud voice shouted. “He’s got one in here.”
Hope dying,