Amal and Demetrius ran as the men in suits pursued them, firing gunshots.
“Since when does your own protection detail shoot at you?” Demetrius yelled.
“When you find something they don’t want you to see,” Amal said.
They followed a long pipe down a narrow, cavern-like hallway. The aquifer flowed next to them on their left.
The men fired at them again but Demetrius pulled out his detective issue magnum and he fired two shots. One struck one of their pursuers in the chest, and he keeled over, falling into the river of magic.
“Good shot,” Amal said, “but you got one more left, baby.”
The other pursuer disappeared.
“That makes me nervous,” Demetrius said, following behind Amal.
“Let’s keep going,” Amal said. “We’ve got to keep moving forward.”
They emerged on another side of the massi
