"We can see you glowing in the dark."
Lieutenant Cross let his voice bounce off the rusted metal walls of the ventilation shaft. The arrogant taunt echoed through the pitch black maze winding beneath the old Roosevelt Avenue transit station.
Malcolm paused his crawl and pressed his cheek against the cold tin floor. He lay motionless inside the narrow ductwork. The freezing air rushed past his face and carried the threats of the officer directly to his ears.
"You left the engine sitting in the middle of the hallway," Cross laughed. The sound echoed with deep cruelty. "You abandoned your prize to crawl into a sewer. You think you can hide from us in the dirt but you are just digging your own grave."
Malcolm did not answer. He closed his eyes to block out the oppressive blackness of the c
