Chapter 23

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Ike assessed the dimensions of his temporary prison. He didn’t like the feeling of being trapped. Despite the crawling fear, he knew he needed to learn all he could about the space. It could spell the difference between life and death.

The cramped cubby was clearly a closet. There was a metal pipe rod about shoulder high. To one side, he found some wire hangers. A couple of them held garments that felt like jackets. They were full of dust. He stifled a sneeze when his movements shook it into the air. Past that, there was a wall. He tried to orient himself to the way the house sat. It faced the southwest, so the rear door must be to the northeast. Retracing the path he’d been forced along, he decided the room in which the closet sat was on the northwest corner. He pressed a hand against the wall. It felt cool, almost cold. Since the other sides were warmer, this must be an outside wall.