The tranquilizer darts hit the concrete pillar where we'd been standing two seconds earlier.
"Move!" Christian yanked me toward a maintenance panel near the floor, his fingers working at the bolts with supernatural speed. The metal grating came free just as I heard Vanessa's heels clicking across the garage floor.
"They went this way," one of the hunters called out, his voice carrying a weird electronic distortion that made my skin crawl.
Christian dove into the maintenance tunnel first, then pulled me after him. The space was barely wide enough for our shoulders, filled with pipes and electrical conduits that scraped against our backs as we crawled.
"Where does this go?" I whispered.
"Old storm drain system. Connects to the river." His voice was tight with barely controll
