Chapter 117

“Remember, the tunnels people talk about were created in the thirties to move bigwigs around downtown without anyone being the wiser. There were some under the Capital too, and the train station. Most of them have been walled off now, from what my people found out. And Tate, they’re not stupid. They know what to look for, and who to ask.”

“I’m sure they do,” Tate replied sourly. That had been one of the sore points when he and Van had split-up—whose organization was better equipped to handle problems and do the necessary research involved. “If they couldn’t find anything, why are you so sure these tunnels exist and come this way?”

“I told you, a few street people I’ve talked to use some of them. Trouble is, I haven’t found the entrances to the ones I’m sure are in this area, and neither have they.”

“But you think Barone has.”

“I’m real sure of it. It’s the only explanation for how he moves the drugs without anyone being the wiser.”