The old woman's scream scraped down my bones. Dissolved every last shred of confidence. Chased me faster down the servants' hallway I'd just come from. Somewhere a clock chimed, a low, sinister reminder that I didn't have much time.
What if I was hurtling down the stairs toward something I didn't want to find? A nightmare worse than my current one?
When I threw open the door at the bottom, I slid to a halt seconds before slamming into a glass wall a few feet in front of my nose. No, not a wall. A glass cube. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of them in rows and columns within a massive room lit with sickly green overhead lights. The lights reflected and refracted and made it impossible to peer across the entire room. The cubes themselves, about six by six feet, were empty except for a single drain in the middle of the cement floor.
Cells, not cubes. Maybe Ellison and Mase really were down here. Somewhere.