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appearance. She had known my purpose before I had, and I’d always imagined she knew the outcome. Even so, did she know Josette was her mother? I doubted it. I squeezed Izak’s hand, feeling the bones crunching below the skin.
    “Don’t tell her,” I whispered. “Not now.”
    He didn’t register the pain, but he did give me a quick nod.  
    “We’ll be back soon,” I said, letting go of Izak’s hand and heading for the exit.  
    “Be safe, brother,” Sarah said. She gave me a weak smile, flicked her eyes at Izak, and returned to comforting Trish.  
    My initial plan was to make my way out of the sewers and back up into the city, crossing over to thirty-fourth and seventh at ground level. Izak had a different idea. I had grabbed onto one of the ladders leading to the surface, but he put his hand on my shoulder again and squeezed it. When I looked at him, he pointed up at the manhole cover and put his hands over his eyes, and then motioned down the tunnel.  
    “You know another way?” I asked.  
    He nodded.  
    I followed.
    Izak’s route quickly got me lost. The demon led me through a mazelike traversal of twists and turns, through knee-deep wastewater and large brick connection tunnels that were part of the New York underground’s original construction. The sheer size of the system was something residents took for granted every day, except when heavy rains would back up the city’s pumps and cause sewage to spill into the surrounding rivers. I didn’t take it for granted, but I did lament the fact that if whoever had taken Kelsie had brought her down here she would be difficult to find. This was the perfect hiding place for demon or human, a seemingly endless conglomerate of tunnels, tubes, pipes, passageways and doorways, with lots of random egress points to the city above.
    I kept my senses focused around us, not wanting to be surprised by anything we might come across. I knew there were nightstalkers down here. I had already destroyed a group that had gotten too aggressive in their abductions and had been pulling people from the platforms while they waited to board the trains. It seemed Izak knew how to get around them, because the trek was uneventful.
    We stopped at a heavy metal door. Izak looked at me and pointed at it, making a pulling motion. I could feel the vibration of the subway rattling the narrow, pipe filled corridor we were standing in. The demon stepped aside so I could squeeze by him to get to the door. I grabbed the handle and pulled. The door wasn’t going anywhere without some help.
    I focused on the hinges, willing the rust that had stuck the door to accelerate in its aging, pushing it past its corrosive half-life and crumbling it to dust. The rumble was growing, and I could hear the train approaching on the other side of the door. I pulled it open.
    We were greeted with a blast of hot air, and then the echoing pulse of the subway’s horn blasted into the tunnel. I held my arm out to keep Izak from coming through, pressing myself back while the train rocketed past. I stepped out and jumped onto the tracks behind it, watching it roll off into the tunnel ahead. Izak landed beside me and pointed again. We were almost there.
    Penn Station was only a quarter mile further up, and we reached it without incident. I leaped smoothly from the tracks to the raised platform, careful not to be noticed by the people waiting for their rides. Izak pulled himself up beside me. If anyone noticed him, I doubted they cared.
    “Trish said they were up in the concourse,” I said. “I’ll…” I stopped talking and focused. I could See a Divine nearby. Obi. “Wait here,” I said to Izak.
    He shook his head, but the look I gave him in return settled it. I glamoured myself as a businessman and walked briskly to the other end of the platform. Obi was here, and he was in the tunnels. It wasn’t a good sign.
    Once I reached the opposite end, I floated back down onto the tracks and followed my nose