“The cameras must mean he’s got someplace down here he wants to keep safe from inquisitive people, like us, or a homeless person who managed to find out how to get in here.”
“No kidding,” Tate said. “There haven’t been any others that I’ve seen, although that doesn’t rule out some other type of security. If there is any, he may well know we’re here.”
“The question is, is he around here? Or is there a feed from the cameras, and anything else, going back to his club?”
“Guess we’re about to find out,” Tate replied, gesturing to a shallow alcove. It was a few yards ahead of them, barely visible in the light from their flashlights.
They cautiously moved forward again until they could see the door at the back of the alcove. Tate motioned to Van to wait out of sight against the tunnel wall. Then he walked the last few inches, scanning the door for a way to open it. He didn’t have to.