At least they were all healthy now. They might have a week or two before they were put down for overcrowding. Or maybe three days.
Fuck, no.She would not,could not,abandon them like that.
Okay, it was only six-thirty. She needed to plan. Rox needed to calm down and plan.
First of all, she wasn’t behind on her rent at all. She had automatic withdrawal set up for the first of the month, and the rent had been deducted on schedule on the first. She had checked. She always checked.
Rox needed that eviction notice. She needed to knowwhy.
She just had to make sure the door didn’t close while she did it.
From growing up in the South, Rox understood that the solution to any engineering problem lay in shoe glue, bailing wire, or duct tape.
A fat roll of extra-strength, silver tape was wedged in her kitchen junk drawer. She pried it loose and marched to the door.
Like Hell she was going to get locked out of her own apartment.
Rox might be a paralegal, but her daddy was an engineer. Anything that is worth engineering is worthover-engineering.
The duct tape cracked as she ripped a long length off the roll, and she wadded it into a sticky ball before she shoved it against the side of the door, binding the bulge in place against the latch by winding layers and layers of duct tape around the knobs on both sides of the door. She did the same with the hole in the strike plate, mashing the gluey tape to the wall. So what if it peeled off some paint? If she was getting evicted, she probably wasn’t getting her deposit back, the thieves.
Luckily, Rox knew a few lawyers. She would take those jerks to court and get her damn deposit back later. Right now, she had to get everything she could out of this trap, starting with her cats.
She glanced behind herself.
Pirate, Speedbump, and Midnight were limp in their beds, basking in the morning sunlight, oblivious to the fact that they had almost ended up back in kitty jail.
And maybe death row.
Rox bound the duct tape more tightly around all the parts of the door lock, wedging the door open with her feet and yet still standing back inside the apartment. The door looked like it had grown a silver tumor by the time she was done with that part.
She stood inside her apartment in the entryway and let the door slam closed.
The heavy security door bounced off the duct tape, and sunlight shone off the mound of tape through the open crack.
Good.
Rox wedged the door all the way open by jamming a butcher knife under the bottom of it and proceeded to secure another ball of duct tape into the hinges so that it couldn’t swing even partway closed. Winding the duct tape around and around the hinges, gumming them up but good, calmed her down a little.
When there was no way that damn door could possibly swing shut, she swiped the eviction notice off it.
Animalswas written in the box for Violations.No pets policywas scrawled underneath. Boxes forlease violationanddeposit forfeitedandendangerment of other residentsandimmediate evictionwere checked below.
Legal actionwas written in uneven letters, andauthorities called.
All for three damncats?
That was ridiculous. Rox wasn’t hoarding goddamned cobras.
Pirate stretched and extended one paw, his claws gleaming in the morning sunlight like vampire fangs or hypodermic needles or something.
Seriously.How the hell were three geriatric cats endangeringanyone?They’d had all their shots.
Even if they did look a little ragged.
Okay, she couldn’t fight this right now. Cash or Josie would slap the apartment management company upside the head with a lawsuit for her soon.
But in the meantime, she couldn’t leave her cats here, not with a permanent lock on her door stymied only by duct tape. Even a small knife would make quick work of it.
