I squeezed through the opening and pulled the door shut behind me.

I moved quickly, keeping my head low.

Every step felt heavy in the damp chill of the tunnel.

I could hear the muffled sound of voices through the thick brick walls.

Caleb’s mercenaries were moving through the corridors above me.

I kept my hand on my weapon, my thumb resting on the safety.

My mind raced back to Caleb.

Seventeen years of trust, wiped out in a single night of betrayal.

I had trusted him with my life, and more importantly, with the safety of my family.

Now, he was trying to tear down everything I had built.

I reached the end of the brick tunnel.

Ahead of me was a rusted iron grate that looked out into the old boiler room.

I turned off my penlight and crept forward on my hands and knees.

I pressed my face against the cold iron bars of the grate.

The room was lit by a single, bare bulb hanging from a black cord.

The light flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor.