Chapter Twenty-Three
Erik had expected a short tunnel leading behind the Big One, maybe to a flitter parked in the lot, not the long path that obviously continued well past the end of Alicia’s property.
The tunnel had been prepared with heavy machinery, making Erik wonder how she’d pulled it off without anyone noticing. Then again, there were far fewer sensors, cameras, or next-door snitches in the Zone.
It was the perfect place to hide and escape. The government didn’t care.
They just didn’t want undesirables to come back out. Maybe that would change in the future with the cleanup of the area, but Erik suspected it’d be a few years at a minimum before gentrification would start in any noticeable way.
The trail of blood had disappeared a few meters into the tunnel.
Whatever Alicia ha
