15Cecil returned to the fourth floor of the LeClaire Mansion, wearing a baggy NYPD sweat suit. The hallway’s red cubicles were empty and dark like the shop windows of a closed store. There were no models to be seen.
LeClaire Model Management was quiet without Margaux. Very quiet.
But then he heard a sound coming from Margaux’s office. “Animal crackers I love you. Chinchillas and Camels two by two. Why are there so few?” her voice shrilled out from a recording.
Margaux loved butchering Shirley Temple songs. Margaux modeled her entire existence off of the child performer. Shirley Temple was her idol. Her god. Her spirit animal.
Cecil tried the door handle, but it was locked.
“When the hippos are inside me where it’s warm, I walk around like a human farm. I stuff my tummy like a pig with
