Chapter Five
The cell they put her in was small, maybe four feet by eight. It had cinderblock walls, a bare cement floor, and the ceiling looked like solid rock. The door was made of steel bars, and it was securely locked. As tired as she felt after her ordeal on the examination table, Giancarla felt even more hungry and thirsty. She knelt on the thin pad of woven reeds that was all that stood between her bare flesh and the chill of the floor and looked at the two bowls that they’d put in the cell with her. They were aluminum bowls, obviously meant for feeding pets. One was full of water. The other held a mix of what might be cooked and crumbled hamburger, chopped hard-boiled egg and bits of green that she hoped were just string beans.
They had tied her hands behind her. It was obvious t
