Shirley sniffed then turned and sifted quickly through the papers of Ben's desk. "There's a map of the area ... here it is."
"Right." He stood, giving her no time to dwell, no time to fear. "Where are all the tunnels situated?"
She frowned, studying the map. "If it was a rail tunnel, there are three." She pointed them out with a trembling hand.
He ignored the sudden desire to comfort her again. They had no time, nor was it right for him to keep touching her like he cared. "What about old caves? Mine shafts?"
"This section of the mountains is literally littered with old mines. I know a lot of them were filled to stop people falling down them, but there are about a dozen that still remain. Ben could be in any one of them."
But Flinch couldn't. The shaft would have to be deep and long to provide the protection he needed. "The tunnel was wet. We heard drips, remember?
