The control room was on the lower level, behind the wine storage, in a space the architect had originally drawn as a media closet.

It was eleven feet by nine.

It smelled faintly of hot electronics and the ozone smell that server equipment makes.

There was one chair, and Barnaby had brought a second one down that morning from a storage room, and he had also brought a thermos, which turned out to matter, because they were down there a very long time.

Chadworth sat down in front of a wall of monitors at seven-fifty-one in the morning.

The screens showed him his own life from angles he had never seen it from.