outside.â
Then he stepped inside. I felt a little like Alice going into Wonderland, as I followed him through.
Chapter 8
I looked around. We were standing in a hallway that was maybe ten feet wide at the most. The place had that fusty odor places get when theyâre not lived in or worked in for a long time. I rubbed my arms. It felt colder in here than it did outside, but at least it wasnât pitch-black. A large metal industrial style lamp looped onto a pipe which ran across the ceiling and threw a ragged white light on the cement walls and concrete floor. It seemed as if weâd stepped into a different time, but whether it was feudal or postmodern, I couldnât tell.
I pointed to the lamp. âWho tapped into the power lines?â
Manuel shook his head. âI donât know. Come on.â He motioned for me to follow him down the hall. âWe have to go this way.â
I trailed my hand along the wall as I walked. It felt rough to the touch. Weâd taken about five steps when two girls materialized in the corridor in front of us. They were both bundled up against the cold in long black skirts, heavy sweaters, lace up boots, and patched, oversized ski parkas.
The smaller one shaded her eyes with her hand, trying to see into the gloom. âLisa?â she asked. Her voice was childishly high. âIs that you?â
âSorry.â
The two girls froze in alarm at the sound of my voice. In another moment, I was sure theyâd be gone, vanishing into the bowels of the warehouse.
Manuel stepped in front of me. âItâs okay,â he said, and he put up both hands, palms facing outward, to show he meant no harm.
The bigger girl took a step back. âWhat do you want?â
âEverythingâs fine.â Manuelâs voice was low and soothing. âDonât you remember me? I was here with Rabbit. At the party. The one last week,â he added, when he didnât get a response. âI brought the Bud.â
The smaller girl snapped her fingers and giggled. âYeah. Thatâs right. Youâre the one that got sick all over Jamalâs shoes and passed out.â
Manuel screwed up his mouth in an expression of outrage. âHey, I just shut my eyes for a couple of minutes.â
The bigger girl put her hands on her hips. âExcuse me! You were out cold. Rabbit had to drag you out of here.â Her face had relaxed while she talking to Manuel, but then she glanced at me, and she started looking scared again. âWhat does she want?â she asked, indicating me with a nod of her head.
Manuel stamped his feet. The cold must have been getting to him. I know it was getting to me. I could feel it seeping up through the floor, through the soles of my shoes, into the bottoms of my feet. I began to wish Iâd put on heavier socks. âShe just wants to ask you a few questions,â he said.
âAbout what?â
âAmy Richmond,â I explained. âIâm looking for her. Manuel told me she might be here.â
The girl made a minute adjustment to the pocket flap of her parka before answering. âWell Manuel is wrong. She was here, but she left.â
âI see.â I took a couple of steps towards the girls, then stopped and waited for a reaction. When there was none, I took a few more. As I slowly drifted towards them, I realized I was doing the same kind of thing I did when I tried to get close to a stray cat. âAnd when was that?â I asked, when I was within eight feet.
âA couple of days ago.â
I nodded towards the corridor they were standing in front of. âSo if I walk in there, I wonât see her?â
âI just told you that,â the girl who was doing the talking replied.
âFine.â I made conciliatory noises. I didnât want to antagonize my only source of information. âDid Amy happen to say where she was going?â
The girls exchanged glances. Now that my eyes