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Her address was a narrow Victorian on Aro Street, the kind with iron lacework and a cellar door that looked like a mouth leading into the earth. She was waiting on the porch, a tiny woman in a floral dress, wringing her hands. The rain had already turned the gutters into streams.

“Drain Doctor Wellington,” I said, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder as I pulled a clean shirt over my head. “Leo speaking.” drain doctor wellington

Because some things aren’t blockages.

I went to my truck and got The Exorcist—a fifty-pound electric drain auger with a carbide cutting head. I fed it down the pipe, hit the motor, and let it chew. The cable twisted and groaned. The house shuddered. Somewhere deep below, metal met wood, and the wood screamed. Her address was a narrow Victorian on Aro