One Of Mice and Consulting Detectives
II
“Who was that?” Sean indicated the tiny white mouse dashing down the street.
“My flatmate for the past two days. Said it was ‘too dangerous.’”
“Ah.”
“I’m Ben, by the way.”
“Sean. Good to meet you.” Sean held out a paw, but Ben ignored it.
“You can have his old bedroom.”
Sean saw several labeled boxes. “What should I do with these?”
“He’ll pick them up.”
Sean sat on the bed, and looked around. It was an excellent location, and though Ben was… odd… he seemed friendly enough.
Yes, he’d take the flatshare.
That Tim fellow had looked wet, anyway.
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