Rent Control

The notice of eviction was right where I’d left it, taped to the door.

She had changed the locks, so the master key didn’t work.

I looked at the city constable. “You want me to knock again?”

He shrugged.

I knocked so hard my knuckles rang. “Mrs. Mulwray! The constable is here with me. You need to open this door now. Last warning.”

I pressed my ear to the door. Nothing.

I stepped back. The constable motioned to his men, who picked up the battering ram.

The sudden sound of the bolts being drawn back as she opened the door.


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