“Don’t bother, it doesn’t work. I’ve tried it all.” A voice came from somewhere. From the sound of it, the owner of the voice was also in another of those makeshift boxes.
“Miss Ricci? Avina Ricci?” Rhea inquired and the voice asked with a reasonable hint of scepticism,
“Yes?”
“Miss Ricci, I’m Rhea Ray. I had an appointment with you this morning at 9 am. If it’s alright with you I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Rhea requested continuing with her hammering on the lid of the box with her fists.
“Are you crazy!” Ameli exclaimed with the tone of someone who has been broken to her core and now just wants to be left alone. “Don’t you see where we are? And what they are going to do with us?”
“Actually no, I can’t. It’s too dark inside the box to see anything. And I don’t know what e
