The Case of the Missing Lingerie

Tomorrow, I leave at nine AM and drive for approximately seven hours to the beach house my cousins have rented in Florida, having finally wrangled directions to the place out of them. I have no guarantee of a bed when I get there, but that's fine, I've slept on couches and floors before. I would rather not sleep on a couch or floor for the whole week, but one takes what one can get.

There is, however, a problem. A rather large one. ( Cut for ladies' underthings )

Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?