Chapter 21

Bobby had pointed out his best estimate of John and Dean’s location on a set of blueprints. Too bad the cramped passageway didn’t come close to the pristine map, all straight lines and sharp angles on paper.

Nick blinked, his eyes watering from the irritants he couldn’t avoid. He had learned the hard way that using his hands to wipe only made things worse. His every movement kicked up thick clouds of dirt and debris, blinding him and clogging his airways.

At least the small space was drier. Nick coughed into his shoulder. Of course, like the punch line to a cruel joke, raindrops hit his head, trickling down the back of his neck. Well, mostly dry. Quieter too. In fact, almost eerily so as long as he didn’t count the unnerving groans when the frame shifted. The sounds filled him with panic, forcing him to stop and wait. Breathless and positive this time the wreck would fold in on him.