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“Doug,” Father Delentante called out, sounding shriller than he intended. He couldn’t help it. They were going deeper and deeper underground. First they had entered the subway and from there a small access tunnel, which Father Delentante felt wasn’t strictly legal for them to use. That access tunnel had led them to old train tunnels where the homeless watched from deep in the shadows as they passed. They moved through this area rather quickly as though Doug realized there was danger in those tunnels. At least the young man had some sense.
Doug might have been an urban explorer, as he liked to call himself, but he was still young and reckless. If Father Delentante hadn’t known him all his life, he had christened him as a baby, he would never have followed the young man down here.
