The bare bulbs strung up through the corridor flickered and hummed, casting bright rounds of light in some areas but doing very little to warm the deepest, darkest corners of the tunnel. He found himself walking cautiously, trying to step as quietly he could manage. The dripping water sounded louder than a waterfall. The buzz of the lights was more obnoxious than the drone of a thousand bees. By the time Lyle reached the door that led out to the underpass, he was sweating and breathing hard. He reached for the handle, remembered the key, and lowered his hand to his pocket.
Don’t stop. Not there. Come farther…
The words hit his brain like a thought, but in a voice that Lyle didn’t recognize. He paused, two fingers stuck in his pocket and his gaze glued to the door handle. A single drop of
