Here in the lack of light we make out another sound. The water is coming in below surface level now, but still we hear the faint sound of rushing water, growing stronger.
Juanita leans in. “What's that?"
"There's a break in the masonry, somewhere close. Sounds like..."
"Up above us,” I finish.
"Damn you Kenrick Brimley!” one of the women hollers. We ignore her.
"Yo, what's this?” Juanita has snagged a bag full of stuff floating on the water.
"Muchos gracias,” Enrique says. “This might just save our asses."
"What've you got there,” I ask, wondering why my mental powers are failing me.
"Just a sec.” He rummages around, then chuckles. “All right, these waterproof bags really work! Still got my blacklight from the smuggling trade. Not the best, but we'll be able to see enough to get ou
