It was a square room of painted cinderblock with thick iron bars.

Brandt steered me inside and swung the heavy door shut.

It locked with a solid thud.

Glenn stood right up against the bars, peering in at me.

Brandt went back to the front desk to make his calls, leaving the two of us entirely alone in the back hallway.

Glenn folded his arms and let a smirk spread over his face.

“This is just perfect,” Glenn whispered.