The voices traveled up through a pipe that had once carried rainwater between levels of the garage. Felicity found the little grate it came out of by putting one ear against the wall. On the ramp below, Ash was holding a board up for Pope to paint. Each man took a turn reading what the other had written. From one floor up it had sounded like the start of a service. Judging by the face on the painted fox she could now see between the rails, it was a service for someone who had trouble with her bowels.
"If I'm to be stuck in a wall for all eternity, Ash, I'd like to have been on the can for a better reason than that." She went down three steps, far enough for him to hear her. He turned the board around, and she saw that the part she'd mistaken for her clenched little hands had actually been two enormous paws trying to undo a knot in a bandage.
