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where this stupid tunnel leads. I don't like it.
    After about fifty yards, I see small pricks of light spill out from above. I squint up at them and smile. I'm under the street. It's about twenty feet above me and the light is coming down through cracks in the pavement. No idea what street it is, but I'd hate to be driving on it with a heavy truck. That shit'll fall right through.
    The light is messing with my eyes, so I close them and walk a few feet before opening them back up. Gets me adjusted to the gloom again. A few more feet and I hear water running. That's different. This is New Mexico. Water ain't easy to come by around here. But you never know what's under the ground.
    I come to a junction and look at five different ways to go. Six ways, if you count where I'm standing. There's a stream of water running from one way to the other, but the rest are bone dry. The stream ain't so big, maybe four feet across and probably a foot or two deep, running in some man-made trench.
    Is this a sewer? Am I in a sewer? That'd be dumb if it was because then sewer stuffs would flow down the tunnel and into Inez's place.
    Where the hell is that crazy bitch? Yeah, I've gotten to the calling her a crazy bitch point. If she wants to play hide and seek in sewer tunnels then she's getting called a crazy bitch.
    I walk the entire junction and listen at each opening. The only noise I hear is water running from the two that have the stream. The rest are silent. No footsteps, no Inez. Crazy bitch has led me into something that I ain't liking so much and she is going to regret it.
    I have no idea where the other tunnels lead, but water usually has a way out, so I decide to follow the water. There's about two feet of walking space on each side of the stream. It's like a sidewalk, but with moldy-looking gunk on it and slick as shit. Gotta watch my footing as I follow the stream down the dark tunnel. And it is fucking dark. No points of light from above in this stupid ass tunnel.
    Deep breaths, deep breaths. Get my shit centered.
    Even with pretty good night vision, there's still a trick to walking around in the dark. The trick is you turn your head. I learned this from Foster back in Kramer's mad science lair, after he was driven out. Your eyes can see better from the side. Charlie explained it to me once that it was because of cones and rods. I made a joke about his rod which he didn't like. Greta laughed, though, so I got points for that.
    I count off my steps in my head. I almost count them out loud, but that would let the folks know I'm coming. What folks? The folks that are waiting for me because Inez has led me into a trap. I totally call bullshit on the crying and begging to be taken with crap. This is a stinking trap. Someone is going to try to grab me or tackle me or sneak up behind me and hit me with a baseball bat.
    I don't think anyone's gonna shoot me. This trap don't feel firearmsy. I don't how I know, but I do. Just trust me.
    Football field. That's how long I'm walking before I hear the first signs that I ain't alone. Someone is close. They ain't up on the sidewalk with me. No. They're in the stream, swimming under the surface, pacing me. I can hear them pop up now and again.
    Another half a football field and I'm bored.
    "Just come on out," I say. "I know you're there. You make drippy drippy sounds when you come up to breathe."
    They don't respond. I don't expect them to. Creepy people in water ain't gonna respond. Not their way. They'll just wait me out and attack at some point. I bet there's like three or four of them up ahead. The frog guy following me is probably a distraction. Too bad for all these people that I don't give a shit about distractions or traps.
    I'll just throw down when it's time to throw down.
    I walk another half a football field length and wait for it. I can feel air breezing by. There's an opening somewhere close and that's where they're waiting. Drip drip behind me and air in front of me. It's gonna go down