CHAPTER 6
I GAZED OUT of the window as we drew further away from the model agency, the Lincoln Center, and my apartment. Into the unknown.
Or, as it turned out, into a vast, loft-like space filled with dead things.
Professor Ito met us at the door wearing a set of surgical scrubs and greeted Ishmael as if he were an old friend. Perhaps he was.
“Come now, Ishmael. I have a good selection for you to choose from at the moment. I’m sure we can find something you like.”
Dread clawed its way up my throat as we followed Professor Ito along a corridor and through a plain white door. I only hoped we had more luck with the dead models than the live ones. At least the corpses weren’t going to be upset if they got rejected.
“Behold! My treasures.”
The cavernous room in front of us was an avalan
