Chapter 3

Every time Bryan screwed up—cheated, borrowed money and never paid it back—he always played the same tricks.

I walked up to the door and opened the little slot on the side wall, the one meant for feeding strays.

I'd designed it to make feeding the stray cats and dogs in the hallway easier. It was only about the size of my palm. Not even a baby could fit through, but it was just right for passing things back and forth.

When Bryan heard the noise, his eyes lit up. "It's open. Claudia, she's caving. I knew she couldn't stand to…