Welcome to part seven already of McDougal. A story that is written along the way as an experiment to write something new and learn while writing. And I just hope you will enjoy this weeks addition as well. Tips, tricks and even critique are all welcome in the comment box below. Okay you can say you like it too.
Detective McDougal! Part Sette
The noise of grinding metal across bricks and a irritating creepy sound of the safe on a rail of metal. It took a couple of seconds for the safe to be flush with the wall and sinking in deeper. The bricks in the wall all have scratches but the side of this big iron box showed none. With the lighter ready in my hand I follow the safe deeper and start seeing after a foot or so a small crack.
As the space became bigger they could clearly see a long lighted tunnel. McDougal waves to Susan who then threads carefully into the tunnel. Walls of brick on one side and layers of rock on the other, held up by sturdy wooden beams. Limiting the height so that the two have to walk bend over and hold on to the beams to pass them and make sure they do not bump their head.
Putting the lighter away in his pocket and throwing down the cigarette he retrieves the buttons they found and presses it one more time. The sound is excruciating as in the tunnel the noise is even louder. With hands pressed against their ears, and using the elbows to keep them upright while walking though the tunnels.
A loud bang has the ground trembling on which they walk on, the squeaking of cogs and snapping of metal follows in the flickering of the lights, while a small dusty cloud enters into the tunnel.
McDougal covers his eyes with his arm to keep as much dust out and carefully lowers his arm to look back at the safe, seeing a streak of light still visible in the smoke.
“We need to hurry Susan” McDougal coughs and starts pushing Susan ahead, “They blew up the door and the safe is not back in its place. With hands planted against the wall they struggle through the damp tunnel with a smell like that of a moult and sewage water.
“Jerry? Isn’t this exciting…” Susan turns around smiling like a child who just got the present she always wanted. Wobbling on her high heels she continues her path. The walls are all made of carved rock the floor is uneven and has a slight slant to it as if going deeper into the ground. “Are you not curious where this is taking us?”
“I hope somewhere safe, right now; it won’t be long before they have the safe pushed out of the way.”
“Oh come on Jerry. Where did your sense of adventure go to?” Susan steps back and bumps McDougal. His arms swing around her waist keeping her from falling, but found himself with Susan’s lips kissing him in the neck.
Memories come flooding back the first time they were like this. Dancing in one of Chicago’s classy clubs, hands locked an arm wrapped around her swaying hip. Her face buried in his neck, touched by her velvet lips. Their whispers of sweet seduction filing blushing ears of a detective undercover. It was that night he accompanied her home and got invited for another drink at her place. The same night he encountered the real target, who then shot him in the chest. Susan’s twin sister, Diana.
Previous parts can be found in the Crow’s Nest at the top.