6:20

The beaver hadn’t expected to find the lemon tree where he’d left it. That would have been too easy. But he had figured he’d pick up a few clues. The stupid rabbit had been all too closed mouthed about the jerks who were screwing around with his life. The jerks other than the rabbit, that is.

Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Well, this bunch of trees were certainly a bust — didn’t even look very tasty, really. Time to move on. Next stop Gareth’s place. If they’d tracked him to the park, then they had to have been keeping the apartment under close watch. Maybe he’d pick up some sense of who the hell they were there. It was a sure thing that if he didn’t deal with the interfering morons first, he would never be able to get back to business.

The beaver crossed the field, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. If he was lucky he could flush out any watchers by acting oblivious. If not then at least he could try to maneuver them into attempting something on his home turf. There still a few surprises left behind at Gareth’s place.

And the beaver was looking forward to being the surprise this time.