Claustrophobia
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Ch. 1
"He's just a boy, a street rat. Only other street rats will notice him gone." A heavy magnifying glass gave a wooden clunk as a hand dropped it onto a desk sloppily blanketed with newspapers.
"But sir," the contradicting voice, high and weak, stumbled, "the other boy, he has a family. He's their main income at the moment; they'll certainly report him missing." The skinny figure jumped as a fist struck the desk.
"Find a way. That's your job; I give you a job, you find a way."
"Sir," another voice entered the equation, "you can't break the law to this extent. You don't have that kind of leverage, no matter how many times you sit the mayor down for card games. This is a capital offense, you're tearing families apart—"
"Silence!" A hacking cough followed the violent proclamation, and continued to interrupt the ringmaster's voice even as he spoke. "No more interruptions, no more excuses." Arms flailed in incomprehensible gestures, seemingly of their own accord. "I gave you a job, see it done, or see your jobs done." Only the creaking of shoes on floorboards followed until the grave slam of the door.
