She reached into the pocket of her black leather jacket cheap louis vuitton bags and took out her gun.
     Craig watched, helpless, as she opened the door.
     Chapter 47
     THE pantry was cold.
     The Christmas turkey, too large to fit into the kitchen refrigerator, stood in a baking tray on a marble shelf, stuffed and seasoned by Olga, ready for roasting. Miranda wondered dismally if she would live to eat it.
     She stood with her father, her sister, and Hugo, the four of them trussed like the turkey and crammed into a space three feet square, surrounded cheap louis vuitton handbags by food: vegetables in racks, a shelf of pasta in jars, boxes of breakfast cereals, cans of tuna and plum tomatoes and baked beans.
     Hugo was in the worst state. He seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. He was leaning against the wall and Olga was pressing herself to his naked body, trying to keep him warm. Stanley's face looked as if he had been hit by a truck, but he was standing erect and his louis vuitton outlet expression was alert.
     Miranda felt helpless and miserable. It was heartbreaking to see her father, such a strong character, wounded and tied up. Hugo was a rotter but he hardly deserved this: he looked as if he might have suffered permanent damage. And Olga was a hero, trying so hard to comfort the husband who had betrayed her.
     The others had tea towels stuffed into their mouths, but Daisy had not bothered to gag Miranda, presumably because there was no louis vuitton outlet point in anyone shouting now that the police had gone. Miranda realized, with a spurt of hope, that she might be able to remove the gags. "Daddy, lean down," she said. He bent his tall figure over her obediently, the end of the gag trailing from his mouth. She tilted her head as if to kiss him. She was able to catch a corner of the tea towel between her teeth. She tugged, pulling part of it out; chanel bags sale then, frustratingly, it slipped.
     Miranda let out an exclamation of exasperation. Her father bent down, encouraging her to try again. They repeated the process, and this time the whole thing came out and fell to the floor.
     "Thank you," he said. "By God, that was ghastly."
     Miranda did the same for Olga, who said, "I kept wanting to puke, but I was afraid I would choke myself."