Chapter 92

Flying would have been quicker, but they were indoors and he’d be slowed down by the number of people in the hallway, plus all the doors he’d have to negotiate. Instead he ran, Brendan keeping up with him. Those who saw them coming stood aside or held doors open for them.

They took the stairs three at a time down to the subbasement. Up until then, Troy hadn’t even known the CSA building had a subbasement.

At the foot of the stairs, Troy took a sharp left, ran along a dimly-lit hallway, took another left, ran along an even more dimly lighted hallway before stopping at a heavy wooden door.

Even without engaging his enhanced hearing, Troy could hear George’s cries. Trying the door handle he found it locked.

“Damn!” Brendan said. “Wonder if Clive has a key?” He turned, presumably to go back up to the senior councilman’s office.