CHAPTER 50On the opposite end of the hall that led to the luminarium, back past the archway leading to the vestibule, was a number of standard office doors, one of which Suter took Mara through. Inside, across the room, stood a row of tall narrow cabinet doors about the width of a typical gym locker built into the wall. Each had a silver half-oval pull mounted at waist level as a handle. Suter pointed Mara toward one in the center, but she hesitated in the middle of the room, next to a bench, also reminiscent of a locker room.
“I don’t really have time to hang out and go to a funeral,” she said.
Suter walked to a cabinet door, opened it and pulled out a black robe much like the one he had worn when Mara had arrived about forty minutes ago. Holding out the robe to her, he said, “You said
