He nodded toward the Frozen bedspread. “Because that’s a kid’s room. And no kid should wake up to a flood. Now, go sleep. I’ll be back at 8 AM to repair the gib board.”
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She smiled. Mac was a legend. He’d once unblocked a main sewer line under K Road during a Pride parade without spilling a drop. If anyone could handle a ceiling collapse in a cyclone, it was him. He nodded toward the Frozen bedspread
Tui pulled up the map. The address was St Mary’s Bay—old villas, beautiful bones, but pipes as ancient as the Treaty. She clicked on the only name still green for a 60-minute radius: . Now, go sleep
A woman’s voice, tight with panic. “It’s… it’s the ceiling. It’s not dripping anymore. It’s pouring . My daughter’s room. Please, I need someone now.”
“Auckland Emergency Plumbing. This is Tui. What’s the situation?”
Mac didn’t say “it’s going to be okay.” He never lied to clients. Instead, he waded through the inch of warm water, threw open the linen closet, and located the main shut-off valve. It was seized. Of course it was. He pulled a 600mm wrench from his belt, braced his boots against the wall, and gave it everything. The old iron groaned, then turned with a screech. The waterfall reduced to a gurgle, then a whimper, then a drip.