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“That’s right,” said Logan.
“Are the trains running?” asked Hawk.
“Who the fuck knows.” Matteo moved to Logan. “Did you bring the map?”
Logan pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Matteo, who spread it out on the ground. He lined up the drawing of the subway platform with the single line in the map, then stood up and pointed. “I say we go that way. Two go left and two go right.”
“What if they’re on the other line?” asked Logan.
“They’re not. This map means something to them. It doesn’t need to mean anything to us. They had it for a reason. We take this track.” He folded up the map and tucked it in his own pocket. “Doc, you’re with me. Hawk, Austin, and Cowboy, you go that way.”
They started walking down the middle of the tracks in the opposite direction from the other men, flashlights blazing.
“Watch out for the third rail,” said Logan. “If a train comes, we need to get up on that walkway on your side.”
“Got it.”
“There still won’t be a lot of room, but if we flatten our bodies—”
“Logan, shut up.”
They walked in silence for a hundred yards, the beating of Matteo’s heart in his ears the only sound he could hear. He stopped walking and turned to Logan. “We’ve got this all wrong. Think this through with me. They’re not going to walk along the tracks like we are. They’re going to blow up the station. They’ve already been here.”
“Most likely, yes. They would have set the charges hours, days, or even weeks before now.”
“So why even be here?”
“Because they can’t leave a baby in the middle of the park alone. If they’re really going to try to kill Nico, they want the world to see it.”
“Without the world seeing them.” Matteo shined his flashlight along the sides of the tunnel. “What’s so special about this tunnel that would allow them to do that?”
Logan jerked his head back. “I know what it is. This tunnel was built before the other two, before the technology to burrow so far underground without destabilizing the earth was perfected.” He moved to the wall, shining his own light on it. “This tunnel isn’t a tunnel at all. This was built on ground level and covered over with steel and concrete.”
“What does it mean, Logan? What are they going to do?”
The other man turned toward him, his lips parted and his eyes far away. “If I were a madman who wanted everyone to see what I was about to do? I’d blow up the park with enough of a bang to clear the roof off the tracks. Send the park flying.”
“Leaving only the tracks below.”
“They’d be ruined. Any train that tried to ride those tracks would derail.” Logan shook his head. “It would take a hell of a lot of explosives to send the park flying. More than you could hide in a subway station.”
“Then how would they get them here?” asked Matteo.
A hot breeze blew down the tunnel toward them, followed by the squeal of metal on metal and the gleam of a train’s headlight. Logan hopped up on the maintenance walkway and Matteo followed him, flattening himself against the wall. The train passed by like a moving picture, loud and rumbling.
They hopped back down onto the tracks and looked at each other with complete understanding.
“Run!” they both yelled.
37
Grace rodewith Talia to the park, anxiety making her palms sweat and her head pound. They pulled into a train station parking lot.
“This is the wrong station,” she said. “You said South Street Station. This is Wall Street Station.”
“The next closest one. It will be safer for you to get out here. Come now, we must hurry.”
She followed him down the steps to the station below. A train sat waiting.
