IT WAS A SOUND THAT brought him back to consciousness, followed by pain. But he quickly stifled his groan as the memory of where he was, and what the sound must mean, returned. The noise was not coming from the tunnel he had come through, at the end of which Surtees presumably waited for Logan. It was coming from the other side of the chamber, from one of the three openings he had found before. And it was the sound of something sliding and scuffling toward him, through the darkness. Something big.
Collins strained to see. The only light was the palest shimmer from the narrow tunnel, where Logan or Surtees had put a lamp. It was not really enough to see anything by, but Collins thought there was a blacker patch of black moving across the floor. What the hell it was he had no clue. Some cri
