Chapter 5
Doors closed and the train rumbled away from Fullerton station. Oliver sat in the front seat of the first car. This way, he could watch as the train descended from the el into the subway tunnel. As the train lumbered forward, the light began to dim above as the el tracks of the Ravenswood line became their rooftop, as they headed underground. Lights lined the subway tunnel, the dark round hole into which he was hurtling.
Over and over, forehead pressed against cold glass, he told herself this was crazy. What assurance did he have that he would even be there?
And if he was, what help could he offer? Would the man be able to tell him just how to “get close to Lucifer”? Is that really what he wanted to know?
“Do you know if this train stops at Grand Avenue?”
Oliver almost cried
