Napoleon swung his head around and peered down the shaft. His little hands opened and closed; his tail moved back and forth. He strode from the run abruptly, descending the “ladder” into his habitat. The man shut the doors. Then he took the flap of bent mesh in both hands and tried to straighten it.
It was no use, he decided at length. The stuff was stronger than it looked. He gave up and headed for the stairs.
Levi burst into the shop. Trevor was already coming up the hallway, his spit-polished shoes clicking over the tile, his keys jingling in perfect sync. Damn, Levi thought. The bastard’s log would put him on Blue Level at 11:20—a full 10 minutes behind schedule.
He took up his mop and started mopping.
A moment later Trevor stepped into the room. “Hey Levi.”
Levi looked up as if
