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“No.”

Then the sink joined in, a low, wet belch that pushed a gray slick of scummy water up over the plug hole. Marlon froze, a piece of naan halfway to his mouth. He’d ignored the slow draining in the shower for a week. He’d ignored the way the kitchen sink took two minutes to empty. But this—this was a declaration of war from the pipes. blocked drains coventry

Not a gurgle. A cough.

Kev unspooled a high-pressure water jet, and the hose shuddered like a living thing. He fed it into the drain. The sound was a deep, pressurized roar, followed by a wet schlurp that made the ground vibrate. Then a cascade of foul water and debris erupted from the outside gully, washing across the concrete. Kev stepped back just in time. “There she goes. The Coventry Mudslide.” He’d ignored the way the kitchen sink took