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"What's that?" Val asked.
"What?" Ruth looked behind her, on the floor, and shouldered off the bag. She laughed. "Looks like I ripped the canvas and popped a hole in our baby."
"Shit. This is worse than a bread-crumb trail. Mabry's going to know we were in here."
Ruth squatted down and started sweeping the powder together with her hands. Instead of forming a pile, it gusted up in white clouds.
As Val looked at the flour, she got an idea. "Wait. Hey, I think I might have to commit infanticide."
Ruth shrugged and pulled out the sack. "I guess we can always have another one."
Val ripped open the paper packaging and started sprinkling flour on the floor. "There has to be something here, something we can't see."
Ruth grabbed a handful of white powder and threw it at the door. Val tossed another fistful. Soon the air was thick with it. Their hair was covered and when they breathed, flour coated their tongues.
It settled all over the apartment, showing the fish pond as a broken pipe spilling water into buckets and pooling on the floor, revealing the sagging sheetrock of the ceiling, the chipped tiles along the walls and tracks of mouse droppings on the floor.
"Look." Ruth walked over to one of the walls, powder making her ghostly. Flour was stuck to most of the wall, but there was a large bare patch.
Val tossed more powder at the gap, but instead of hitting the wall, it seemed to go through the space.
"We got it." Val grinned and lifted her fist. "Wonder twin powers activate!"
Ruth grinned back, knocking her fist into Val's. "Shape of two fucking lunatics."
"Speak for yourself," Val said, and ducked through the gap.
There, in a shadowed room hung with velvet drapes, was Luis. He lay on a carpet patterned with pomegranates and was wrapped in a woolen blanket, but despite that, he was shivering. There was blood on his scalp and several of his braids had been cut off.
At first Val just gaped at him. "Luis?" she finally managed.
He looked up, squinting, as though against a bright light. "Val?" He scrambled to a sitting position. "Where's Dave? Is he all right?"
"I don't know," she said absently. Her mind was racing. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't you see that I'm chained to the floor?" Luis said. He turned his wrists and she saw that his own braids were wrapped around them, pulled taut.
"The floor?" Val repeated stupidly. "But what about the carpet?"
Luis laughed. "I suppose this place looks beautiful to you."
Val looked at the low couches, the bookshelves overflowing with cloth-covered fairy stories, the faded grandeur of the carpet and painted molding on the walls. "It's one of the most gorgeous rooms I've ever been in."
"The plaster walls are cracked and there's a leak in the ceiling that pretty much means that whole corner is black with mold. There's no furniture here, either, and certainly no rug—just floorboards with some old nails sticking up out of them."
Val looked around at the soft light coming from a pewter lamp with a fringed shade. "Then what is it that I'm seeing?"
"Glamour, what else?"
Ruth ducked her head into the room. "What's goi—Luis?"
"Hold on. How can we be sure it's really you, Luis?" Val asked.
"Who else would I be?"
Ruth came most of the way in, her foot still in the glamoured opening, as though she thought it might close at any moment without a wedge. "We just left you in the park and you were sleeping."
Luis let his head fall back. "Yeah, well, the last time I saw Ruth, I was with Lolli and Dave in the park. We'd picked out a place to sleep near the weather castle. Lolli was leaned up against me, dozing off when Dave just got up and walked off. I knew he was upset. Shit, I was freaking out, too. I thought maybe he wanted to be alone.
