IN THE MORNING, LOGAN groaned as Collins shook him awake.
“Shut up, it's still early,” Collins whispered.
“Jesus, let me sleep, man. What's the time?”
“Wake up, I want you to come with me. Hurry up.”
Logan sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “What's the matter?” He put on his hard hat.
Collins leaned forward to speak into his ear. “I just saw that Surtees woman leave. Christ, you stink.”
“Yeah, well, you're no eau de cologne yourself. She got up and left by herself? Which way?”
Collins pointed to one of the many passages leading from the large cavern they were camped in, just visible in the twilight of the dimmed camp lights.
“We're following her, right?” Logan had pulled himself out of his sleeping bag and was tying the laces on his boots.
Collins nodded. “If we wake the c
