17“What do you think we’re going to find in there?” Ava asked.
The whimpering rang through the closet door. Cecil pushed it open to a shimmery dark space. A plastic factory smell oozed out.
He cautiously stepped inside and glossy latex rubbed against his skin. Dress bags were hanging from the ceiling rack like body bags in a haunted house.
The whimpering crescendoed as he stepped farther into the slippery den.
He stopped at the spot where the groaning was the loudest. One of the dress bags had a bulge. When he poked the lump, it kicked back.
Ava jumped in front of him and unzipped the bag.
Gisele rolled out in her uniform of black underwear, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. She was curled up in the fetal position, hands and ankles tied together.
“What happened?” Cecil a
