We continue the Wednesday story of McDougal. They barely escaped the killing in a jazz club where Susan was performing. The lady he sworn to protect. I hope you enjoy the read.
Detective McDougal! Part Otto
There isn’t much more to remember other than opening his eyes and had them flood with an overwhelming amount of light. And as slowly the thick mist cleared and vision returned he was in a hospital, with the captain beside him. He heard the story of him being shot and how they got an anonymous call where to find him, having been dumped in some back alley.
From the moment of walking not the apartment and feeling the bullet enter to the moment he woke up he could not remember. It was in the hospital he heard what truly happened from Susan the lady he now sworn to protect.
He pulls himself free and turns around and takes Susan by the hand and pulls her further into the tunnel. Behind them the echoes of the safe grinding over the ground is heard. “They are trying to get in”
“Oh jerry you are just as excited, I felt your heart beat earlier.” Her hand squeezes his tighter while she helps herself gaining balance by holding on to the smoother getting wall.
The two make their way through a bigger getting cavity, with a more even floor and a door. In the little light available McDougal feels the rust flaking of the dull metal, and not a doorknob or handle is fitted. Its lock covered by a plate with the rivets on all corners.
Should this door have opened after the safe got back in its place? Would a chauffeur or someone else be informed to open the door from the other side? Maybe….
All kinds of thoughts rush through McDougal’s mind, reaching back in his pocket for the little buttons he found. Praying in his head he presses the button and not a moment too soon as voices start echoing through the tunnel to get them.
The door slowly opens into another poorly lit tunnel. Through the door they find themselves on small ledge with beneath them a train track, but they are they are closer together than the normal tracks. Closing the door that neatly goes up into the tiled wall as if there never has been a door, shows the pair a more lighted area for them to head over to. On a well taken care of loading platform they find a sign on a gate made of thick rods.
Federal Reserve of Chicago.
On the wall a small map of the underground tunnel going to the police station and city hall.
“What the hell is this place? I never heard of a tunnel here in Chicago and I have been a cop?”
Faint sounds of fist banging isn’t making it any easier on McDougal, telling him their pursuers are at the last obstacle that keeps them from getting caught.
“Now what to do…?” McDougal slaps himself in the face and runs his hand through his hair and ending up scratching his neck. “There was a time… damn it, I am losing my touch!” Frustrated he leans over against a wall reaching inside his jacket
I am still using this to explore more genres and finding my writing voice. Enjoying each story as they have a different feel to them. Maybe till next week and if you feel like reading the earlier parts or other stories, you can always visit the row’s Nest at the top menu.