Ava's heart was racing as she reached the second floor and the sinister oak door in the long white wall. The memory of the penthouse kept pinching the back of her mind, making her want to run outside screaming.
'It's through there,' she told Jack.
'This is where our three blind mice like to hang out?'
'And trust me,' she said, 'you've never seen a hole in the wall like this one.'
Mike strode past them and threw open the door.
A familiar prickling wave of heat swept over Ava. The place was much as she'd left it before – a deranged jungle of textures and shapes – except that the lights were back on. Regardless, from the look on Jack's face, Ava could tell that he was just as freaked out as she'd been.
'Jeez,' croaked Mike.
Ava suddenly noticed Chung, lying on his back in the ball pool.
Mike made his way there at once, dodging past the chairs and statues that littered the mosaic floor. He waded into the plastic pond and lifted Chung out.
