Chapter Thirty-Two
Damien darted across the tiled floor of the station’s access tunnel, shoving his way through the lunchtime crowd. Aviary moved nimbly around the clusters of backpackers and office workers. While everyone else looked down at their phones, Aviary held hers at eye level, offset enough so she could see ahead and use both sides of her peripheral vision. Above them both, beyond the exposed skeleton frame of metal beams and girders, trains eased into their platforms with a dull vibration that rattled the strips of fluorescent lighting.
Damien followed Aviary up a flight of stairs to the surface. Both platforms were empty. There was another island on either side of them, two platforms on each.
The infrared transmitter could—depending on the power supply driving it—be on any o
