Eighteen
Chevy enjoyed discussing ideas. He even liked testing them. Mathematics wasn’t proven until tested. He loved to test himself against Soviet Texas’ rugged, desolate beauty. He felt certain there was connivery somewhere within Montague.
Even so: waiting until midnight, pillaging the construction tools, and prying open the elevator doors felt downright antisocial.
The light from the locker room enhanced the shadows, making the shaft seem bigger and deeper than it was. Flicking the flashlight beam around, it was only about four meters on a side, square, and walled in weighty orange bricks. Metal rails with regular square gaps filled each corner. Turning the flashlight down, the beam reflected off a metal hatch set in a brick floor maybe two or three meters down. Grease and ozone sa
