Rhys would bloody well want some Guardian-damned sleep, but the old shoe shop he’s inherited has a tenant that keeps disturbing him almost every night. It’s neither of the two new tenants who actually pay rent, so who the hell is the blistering piece of moose caca oozing from the ceiling?
As if Rhys didn’t already have enough skeletons in his own closet, now he’s forced to deal with everyone else’s, too. But could there be a small blessing hiding amidst all this? Or is he doomed to be whisked from a bad situation to worse as he searches for the answers?
Crawl back into the delightful chaos of the Catnap Ramblers in this awkward middle book that poses more questions than it answers but provides plenty of heartwarming camaraderie, intrigue and character growth, priming your appetite for the revelations in the last instalment of the series.