Do Michael And Lincoln Get Caught -

The drainage runoff was a concrete tunnel, dark as a coffin. Water sloshed around their ankles, carrying the stench of rust and gasoline. Michael led, one hand on the slick wall, counting his steps. Seventy-two paces to the first junction. Forty-three to the second. He'd memorized the county's storm sewer maps six months ago, during the trial. Just in case.

"Michael—"

Lincoln looked at him—really looked. The way he used to when they were kids and Michael had a fever, trying to decide if it was serious enough to call someone. "Then we move. Now." do michael and lincoln get caught

The sirens grew louder. Then, abruptly, they stopped. The drainage runoff was a concrete tunnel, dark as a coffin

The rain stopped just as the convoy pulled away. one hand on the slick wall