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“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He handed her a fridge magnet shaped like a toilet. “Call us if anything else goes south. Or, you know, down.”

The toilet was clear.

“The duck,” Sarah whispered. “My son’s. He flushed it during his bath. I didn’t know until it was too late.”

“Three… two… one,” Pete said, and hit the trigger.