`` he 's in the cellar below the warehouse , '' he told her , his voice pitched low . you realized in the alone mirror thanks to the few shines coming from the road , from the staircase of the building , since the door of entry had not closed her yet . it was obvious that there was no reasoning with her . for a moment , i could only stare at his broad back , watching his movements as he smoked his cigarette . jules and foster both tried to comfort jenna , but she wouldnt have it . 