Silas dropped through the manhole first. The small tunnel was lined with pipes and electrical conduit. The air smelled musty and cool. A breeze was moving through the tunnel carrying the faint scent of sewage. He was again surprised by how much the sights, sounds, and smells of New York could remind him of home.
“All clear,” he called up to Abigail. Although they hadn’t expected any trouble this close to the surface, there might have been a city worker checking the tunnels. They did not want to have to explain what they were doing skulking around in darkness.
He heard Abigail drop down silently behind him. There was a click and light filled the tunnel from her head lamp. The head lamps had been Lily’s idea. She had come out of the building carrying a large duffel bag full of wha
