She grabbed another torch, lit it from Jimmy’s, and stepped into the passageway. “I’ll be fine.”
Her smile had seemed shaky to Tony, but he chalked it up to worry about her injured men on the beach.
“She’s terrified of the bats,” Jimmy confided as he lit another torch. “Has been since the time I tricked her into going in there without a light and shut the door on her.”
Tony snatched the torch out of Jimmy’s hand and ran after Sylvia.
With each of them carrying a portmanteau in one hand and a torch in the other, he couldn’t take her hand as he wanted. “Right behind you, sweetheart.”
“I knew you would be.” Her back was straight, her voice strained from the effort of running.
The tunnel was even colder than Spencer’s cellar, with an irregular, uneven ceiling. Tony ran slightly bent over
