The breakthrough idea

That evening, while reviewing Mara’s case in the dim staff office, Rosa suddenly snapped her fingers. “The mouse!” she said. Ben blinked, confused. “She’s terrified of mice! Remember? That time one got into the enclosure—she screamed, climbed the fence, wouldn’t come down for an hour.” Ben nodded slowly. “You think that might work?” Rosa was already grabbing her coat. “We’re going to the toy store.”
Page 16 of 50