“This way,” Zahrias said, leading them to a short corridor that terminated in a single chamber.
Looking at it, Julia couldn’t help but be reminded of Hannibal Lecter’s cell in The Silence of the Lambs — this room was also fronted by glass, not bars, and larger than she’d imagined. The similarity ended there, however, because otherwise it looked sleek and modern, the bed with its flat mattress somehow attached to one wall, the basin and toilet set up in the same way. On the bed was a thick abandoned paperback, although she couldn’t make out the title from where she stood.
On the wall next to the cell was a panel with a few blinking lights and a surface of smooth black glass. She guessed that must be the biometric scanner.
Miles went to it at once, then put his thumb on the glass. The cel
