Mind the Gap by Golden Christopher & Lebbon Tim

Author:Golden, Christopher & Lebbon, Tim [Golden, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 1587671891
Publisher: Spectra
Published: 2008-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Thirteen

the light of day

For weeks, Jazz had felt as though the gloom and shadow below the city were her natural habitat, and every time she went upside, into the daylight world, her eyes had to adjust. But she’d been aboveground most of the day, and by the time she descended once more into the Underground, she had to learn to adjust to the darkness all over again.

With the bag over her shoulder —the weight of the blade Terence so desired seeming to want to pull her deeper—she followed the tracks of an abandoned tunnel and descended farther. The geography of the underworld had become second nature to her now. Jazz moved as though on autopilot, her mind absorbed by her conversation with the gentleman thief, his blue eyes locked in her memory. She stepped through the hole Harry had found in a hastily bricked-up wall and then started down the corridor to the Palace.

On the other side of that broken wall, she found the bucket that Bill had set there with several torches inside. Jazz took one and clicked it on. The light seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. As she started down the arched corridor —its marble columns apparently put in place to make it somehow more acceptable a retreat from utter destruction for the royals, ministers, and members of Parliament who would have used it—she wondered if any of the others would have been positioned out here by Harry to wait for her.

Jazz faltered. She gripped the strap of the bag and swore under her breath. Flashing the light around, she tried to decide her next step. Part of her thought Terence a dangerous man and did not trust anything he’d said. But there were so many other things to consider. Her life had been nothing but a terrifying puzzle since her mother’s murder —a puzzle with a lot of missing pieces. Terence clearly had some of those pieces. Then there was the fundamental question of her future. Her mother had wanted her to hide forever, but there was more than one way to hide.

Her pulse raced with indecision. She didn’t want to deceive anyone, and she refused to betray the kindness of those who had given her a place to belong. But she had to think of herself. No one is to be trusted, her mother had told her so often. And sometimes you can’t even trust yourself. Jazz knew what she meant. Emotions could get in the way of the smart decisions.

She needed more time to think.

Slipping the bag from her shoulder, she glanced around. The torch picked out a square metal door, about three feet wide and waist high. The metal was rusted. Jazz went to investigate. She paused to listen for any sound that might indicate she was not alone in the corridor, but the only sounds were the rumble of a train above her head and the steady drip of water from somewhere nearby. Then the muffled sound of laughter reached her.

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