Page 85 of Sinner's Salvation

“Ditto. You got my number?” Marek asked.

“It’s tattooed to the inside of my eyelids.”

Marek snorted a laugh and waved him away. “Keep in touch. I mean it. If things go FUBAR, call me.”

“Will do, boss.” Evan got to his feet and walked out of the restaurant with a loose stride. As he entered the main lobby, one of the twin bruisers met his gaze and angled his head back to his right briefly. Toward the elevator.

Huh.

Evan walked by him and to the right. At the elevators, his brother waited.

“You’re going to have to use the tunnels,” twin two said. “Homeland will be here in less than a minute.”

“I don’t know where I’m going down there.”

“Check your phone. We listened in on your conversation. Go.”

Evan entered the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage level. He exited the elevator and headed for the dead-end hallway where the entrance to the tunnels was located.

As he opened the door to the janitor’s closet, he heard urgent male voices out by the elevators.

Shit, Homeland.

Evan closed the door behind him and moved quickly to get into the hidden staircase space. He closed that door, making sure it was firmly latched, then waited, silent and unmoving.

Someone opened the door to the Janitor’s room. There were a couple of bangs and a clatter as at least one of the mops or brooms were moved. Someone knocked on the wall, then moved a couple of feet and knocked again.

Looking for a difference in the sound.

Looking for a concealed entrance.

Another set of knocks a couple of feet away from the last set, but they all sounded the same to Evan.

Must have been the same for the person knocking, because there was another clatter and several thumps. Then nothing.

Huh. Whoever built this handy exit had planned ahead.

He waited several minutes to ensure the searchers were really gone before opening the trapdoor and going down the ladder into the tunnel.

It wasn’t pitch black thanks to the yellow emergency style lights every ten feet or so, but it wasn’t well lit either. Getting lost would be easy.

He pulled out his phone and found the map twin one had sent to him. He needed to get to Homeland’s home base in New York City, which wasn’t too far away. They’d had to relocate due to some tricky plumbing problems, so they were temporarily housed in one of the warehouses in the shadow of the High Line.

He’d have to leave the Breznik’s tunnel system and use the subway system to get close to the building. It looked like the closest station was the 34 Street Hudson Yards station.

He plotted out his route and set off. He had one thing going for him on this mission. Homeland would not be expecting him to show up at their house.

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