"R. Garcia y Robertson - The Good Ship Lollypop" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robertson R Garcia Y)

Jill got to the tunnel entrance first, and threw it open.

Looking back, Shirlee saw no sign of the Boogie man. Not
necessarily good. There were many entrances, so he could be somewhere
below. Waiting.

“What should we do?” hissed Jill.

Carol kept her head, saying tersely, “We need to go down and get our
IDs.”

“What if he’s waiting down there?” Jill protested.

“What if he’s sneaking up on us here?” Carol shot back.

Blanking the security cams and shedding their IDs no longer seemed
so neat.

Shirlee spoke slowly and firmly. “We must go down together.”

“What?”

“Why?”

“We cannot stay here. So we must go together,” Shirlee insisted,
wishing to heaven they had brought Lomax. Whatever made her think that
they had outgrown the wolf-dog?

Saying a prayer to Saint Michael, they descended into the tunnels.
Shirlee held tight to Tina, knowing that the dim night-lights were deceptive.
They had blocked the cams, so no one could see them, except for the
Boogie man.

Jill went first, being the oldest, if not the most enthusiastic. Threading
through the corridors, they approached the room where they left their IDs.
Its door stood invitingly open.

That scared Shirlee, since she had shut it. Or thought she had. “What
should we do?”

Jill hissed back, “Did you shut the door?”

Shirlee nodded, “Think so.”

Tina shrugged. “Not me.”

“So what’s that mean?” Jill hissed.

“Who knows?”