Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Acknowledgments
A small crack in the rock that had loosened everything under it, creating a small hole. Just big enough to squeeze through.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Robin went first—he cleared more of the undergrowth so he could lie on his stomach and shuffle himself forward. Sally trained her flashlight on the hole as Robin pulled himself forward. He slid his own phone into the hole so the flashlight illuminated ahead of him. He took one look at Sally, who smiled her good luck, and he stuck his head inside.
The hole was slightly bigger than it first appeared but not by much. He looked above him and his head grazed against a jagged rock. He resolved to keep his head down, shuffling his arms forward and pulling himself farther into the hole.
“Are you okay?” Sally said, as Robin felt his feet graze the sides of the tunnel.
He didn’t respond—he felt like even the slightest noise could cause a shift in the rock and send the whole thing tumbling down around him. He inched forward again, wondering how far it would be until he hit the tunnel.
As he moved, he wondered if this was really it. Was this really what they had been looking for? Was this how the Standedge Five had been taken out of the tunnel? The hole was only big enough for one person—it would have been difficult, almost impossible, to push a body through the hole. It would just get stuck.
What did any of this mean? This was the first tangible step in the right direction—the first thing that made sense in the quest for finding out what truly happened, but it only brought up a dozen more questions.
Robin caught up with his phone—the flashlight beam shining directly up and not helping him see ahead at all. He instinctually started to reach for it, shifting his right arm—dragging it against the side of the hole. He snagged it against a loose rock and something fell onto his back.
He stopped stock-still. There was a shift above him—fine rubble fell on his face as he held his breath. There was a sound of tumbling rock, and for a second he thought that this was it. He was about to be crushed.
But then the sound stopped. And he stayed still a minute more, breathing out slowly. He was okay.
He retracted his arm and started shuffling forward again, nudging the phone ahead with his nose. It was inherently ridiculous, and he wondered what he looked like crawling through this hole like some kind of animal.