Chapter 63

“Are you getting anything?” I asked Patrick.

“Not sure. I might—Whoa! Did you see that?” 2

It took a moment, but I finally answered. “I saw it, I heard it, and I felt it.”

Two of the mannequins had rocked ever so slightly, clunking against the floor when they’d settled. The one beside me had gently bumped my shoulder while forward. The one beside Patrick had done the same to him. Some would say the high-powered ventilation fan in the ceiling and the uneven floor were the cause. Patrick agreed with my thoughts. “I think they picked for us,” he said.

“They’re into it!” I lowered my voice. The echo in the storage room was a bit much. “You’ve been stuck in those Union uniforms too long, huh, guys? Time for a fashion show.”