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Sam stood at the edge of the tunnel entrance and peered into the gloom below as Traynor clambered down the ladder. “Looks b****y dark down there,” he said.
“Are you scared of the dark?” Foley asked behind him.
“No, I’m not scared of the dark,” Sam said, sounding affronted.
“Then, what are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for Jack to get down.”
“Of course you are. Get down the fuckin’ hole, Sam!”
“Okay, okay. I’m going! Don’t get your knickers in a twist!” He turned his back on the entrance and began climbing cautiously down the ladder. When all but his head and shoulders had entered the hole he paused, looked up at Foley waiting at the top, and murmured hesitantly, “Ladder’s a bit rickety.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Foley said, a feather-soft ripple of concern fluttering deep in h
