Military boots thundered on concrete as soldiers rappelled through the skylights. I had seconds to decide between certain death and a deal with the devil's mother.
"We go with Elena," I said quickly.
Lucky grabbed my arm. "Abby, this could be another trap."
"Everything is a trap," I replied. "The question is which trap gives us a chance to survive."
Elena smiled with satisfaction. "Wise choice. Follow me."
She led us to what appeared to be a solid concrete wall. But when she pressed her hand against a hidden scanner, the wall slid away to reveal a tunnel that looked like it belonged in a military bunker.
"Russian engineering," she explained as we hurried into the passage. "We built escape routes under every major city during the Cold War. Most governments forgot about them. We did no
