"Not all rats are bad rats"
"The powder is the key."
"...as much a prisoner as your daughters."
"You're to kill a vampire...."
"Not all rats...."
Memories of the past hour at the seer's house swirled through Trevor's mind as he waited outside Teague's isolated flat. There was nothing else to do, he supposed, aside from stand here or break in. But it would be the same outcome: waiting. Waiting for Teague to come home, to get back from wherever he was, whatever meeting he was in, whatever pub he was visiting.
The final words the seer had uttered before she had passed out weighed heavily on Trevor.
Rats had gotten them into this mess. That, at the very least, was what he had gathered. The Winston girl had been seen with a pet rat before she'd disappeared. His daughter had allegedly mentioned a rat to someone before her disappearance. Rats. Rats were everywhere, and they weren't a good omen--at least not around Hogwarts.
Yet, "Not all rats are bad rats."
Was this supposed to mean something? Of course it was. There was no doubt in Trevor's mind that it did.
Trevor shifted his weight and leaned against the doorway.
His girls were alive, even if the rat was involved. Did that mean the Winston girl was, too? And the boy believed dead? Burgess? Hadn't he heard a report from one of the guards that the two had something going on? Or at least an arrangement of sorts.
Why hadn't he racked his brain for information he knew regarding a rat before leaving? But even then, it would have been too late. The elderly drunk of a seer had passed out almost instantly after her final words to him.
But if Teague really knew something... If Teague really had the cold, hard facts...
Would he know the answer? Would he know about the rat?