“Oh good.  I hate rats.  If you’re not a rat, I think we’ll get along just fine.”  No need for a second shot, his job was done.  He’d gotten half upfront, now as he was pulling out his phone he was texting the contractor to demand the rest.  “You got a problem, kid?”

_{He snorted at the rat comment. If anything Ky wasn’t about to tell anyone about what anyone or – more importantly – what he did when no one was looking. So, he didn’t think that would be a problem. “Only every day of the week,” he said with a deep sigh. “Families are not fun.”}