Chapter FourteenMerchant signed in as Michael Parsons, one of a multitude of names he used to remain invisible, and then followed a uniformed guard through a series of concrete hallways, connected by doors of thick steel. He passed along intersecting corridors that afforded views of tiered cells, then to another large steel door, across from an alcove where four guards worked at desks, enclosed behind walls of protective glass panels with thick steel support.
At the large steel door, another guard waited. He gave the guard who had delivered Merchant a nod of dismissal, then signaled with a wave and the door slowly opened with a heavy scraping sound. The guard pointed, saying, “Desk number five. He's being brought in now.”
“Thanks,” Merchant said, and followed the walkway designated for v
