The holding cell is smaller than Lindsay’s walk-in closet was, in the old apartment, and this seems to her the most important fact about the room — more important than the bolted bench, or the toilet with no lid, or the small window of wired glass. She has already found the correct way to sit on the cell’s bench: spine flat to the wall, ankles crossed at a slight angle, hands stacked in her lap like something laid out for a viewing.