it wasn’t rat soup. There’s maybe, possibly, a scant ten percent chance it was squirrel.” Eve pulled into Central’s underground lot. “What’s the difference?” “Squirrels are sort of cute and fuzzy. And they can have personality.” After zipping into her slot, Eve shifted in her seat. “Look in a squirrel’s eyes next time you see one scampering along like a fuzzy rat. Right in the eyes. They’re lunatics.”
