#Chapter 89: Sneaking Off Naughty Naughty

When we reached the bathroom, I ducked inside and closed myself inside one of the cubicles. Now what? I waited there, going ahead and using the toilet since I was already inside a stall. The water had barely gone down after flushing when someone knocked on the cubicle. I frowned. “Occupied,” I said. “Not for long,” Charles whispered. I threw open the door with a gasp and a smile. “How did you get in here?” I asked. Charles shook his head. “No time.” He drew me into the main area of the bathroom, then squeezed the two of us inside what I thought was a closet just as the exterior door opened, and Agent Woolworth called inside. “Are you just about done before?” I couldn’t figure out what Charles was doing. He opened a vent near the floor and pointed me inside. I climbed down the access stairs. “Are we seriously going into the sewer?” I whispered. He shook his head and closed the grate behind us. Above us, the sound of a metal door clanking open and then shouts echoed. “Hurry,”