WE SCURRIED through the tunnels, Mr Crepsley leading the way, Vancha and Iin the middle with our prisoners, Harkat bringing up the rear. We said as little as possible, and I cuffed Steve into silence whenever he started tospeak - I wasn''t in the mood to listen to his threats or insults.
I didn''t have a watch, but I''d been ticking off the seconds inside my head.About ten minutes or so had passed by my reckoning. We''d moved out of themodern tunnels and were back in the warren of old, damp tunnels. There wasstill a long way to go - plenty of time for the vampaneze to run us down.
We came to a junction and Mr Crepsley took the left turn. Vancha started to follow him, then stopped. "Larten," he called him back. When Mr Crepsleyreturned, Vancha crouched low. He was almost invisible in the darkness ofthe tunnels. "We have to try and shake them off," he said. "If we makestraight for the surface, they''ll be upon us before we''re halfway there."
"But we could lose ourselves if we detour," Mr Crepsley said. "We do notknow this area. We might run into a dead end."
"Aye," Vancha sighed, "but it''s a chance we''ll have to take. I''ll act asa decoy and go back the way we came. The rest of you try and find analternative route out. I''ll work my way back to you later, if the luck ofthe vampires is with me."
We rested a moment, then took the right tunnel and pressed on, Harkat now in chargeof the vampet Vancha had kidnapped. We moved quickly but carefully, tryingnot to leave any signs that we''d passed this way. At the end of the tunnel, we branched off, again to the right. As we entered a fresh stretch of tunnel, Steve coughed loudly. Mr Crepsley was on him in a flash. "Do that again and you die!" he snapped, and I sensed the blade of his knife pressingagainst Steve''s throat.
"It was a real cough - not a signal," Steve snarled in reply.
"It matters not!" Mr Crepsley hissed. "The next time, I will kill you."
| ISBN | 9780007137817 |
|---|---|
| 出版社 | Collins Crime |
| 尺寸 | 32 |