‘God forbid we find the poor little kid down among all this.’ She wiped her gloved hands on the side of the boat, getting rid of the slime, and peered into the darkness ahead. Felt the same slow bleed of sadness and terror she’d felt the day before yesterday, imagining what it would be like for Martha. ‘I wouldn’t want to endure this. Not at eleven, not at any age. It’s just not right.’
She checked the meter on her gas detector: the air was clean. It was safe to fire up a bigger lamp. She hauled the huge HID light out of the boat, held it up and flicked the switch. There was a loud whoomp as the unit came to life, then a few moments of crackling as the light grew stronger and stronger. Flooded in blue-white light the tunnel was even more eerie, the shadows bouncing around as she tried to steady the lamp. Next to her, Wellard’s face was sombre, pale, as he took in what lay in front of them.
‘Is that it?’
The light glinted on the canal stretching away from where they stood. Nothing to see except the water and the sides and, about fifty metres ahead, an impassable wall. So much fuller’s earth had detached itself from the ceiling and dropped into the canal that the ground level had risen to the ceiling, blocking the canal.
‘Is it the rockfall?’ Wellard said. ‘Have we reached it already?’
‘I dunno.’ She caught up the measuring tape and studied it. The trust’s engineers reckoned the rockfall extended about a quarter of a mile from the eastern entrance. They were a little short, but this could just about be the other end of it. She leaned into the Zodiac, pushed it along, wading through the gloopy water. When she got to the scree she shone the light up to where it met the ceiling. Let the beam trail along the juncture.
‘No probe,’ she murmured.
‘So? We knew the probe probably wouldn’t come all the way through. I think this is the other end. Come on. ‘ He began to push the Zodiac back the way they’d come. He’d gone a few paces before he realized she wasn’t with him. She was rooted where she stood, gripping the torch, staring at the top of the fall.
He let all his breath out. ‘Oh, no, Sarge. I don’t know what you’re thinking but let’s just get the hell out of here.’
‘Come on. It’s worth a try. Isn’t it?’
‘No. This is the end of the fall. There’s nothing on the other side. Now, can we just go—’
‘Come on.’ She winked at him. ‘Thought you said the HSE rod wasn’t up your arse. Just this last bit. Make me happy.’
‘No, Sarge. This is the end. This is where I stop.’
She took a deep breath. Let it out in a long sigh. She stood for a moment dawdling the HID lamp across the rockfall, monitoring him out of the corner of her eye.
‘Hey,’ she hissed. ‘What was that?’
‘What?’ Wellard frowned at her. ‘What did you hear?’
‘Sssh.’ She held a finger up to her mouth.
‘Sarge?’ The communications box came to life. The voice of the officer stationed at the end of the tunnel. ‘You OK?’
‘Sssh.’ She held her finger to her mouth. ‘Quiet. Everyone.’
No one spoke. She took a few steps forward. The torch beam danced in nothingness, picking up dripping walls and the odd hunched shapes of fallen earth like the humped back of an animal protruding out of the water. She stopped, turned sideways in the tunnel and put her head back as if she was trying to open her ears. Wellard left the boat and came slowly through the water, going carefully so his boots didn’t make a noise. ‘What is it?’ he mouthed. ‘Did you hear something?’
‘Didn’t you?’ she mouthed back.
‘No. But you know . . .’ He waggled a finger at his ear. The team had regular hearing tests to check the water pressure they worked under wasn’t affecting their eardrums. Everyone knew Wellard’s hearing was five per cent down in one ear. ‘I’m not as good as you.’
She put her finger into her left ear, pretended to listen again. But Wellard wasn’t stupid and this time the act didn’t work. ‘Jesus.’ He sighed. ‘You can’t even lie convincingly.’
She lowered her hand and glared at him, started to say something but stopped when she saw that something in the tunnel was changing. The water around their knees was moving very slightly. A noise like distant thunder came from overhead.
‘I can hear that,’ Wellard murmured. ‘I can definitely hear that.’
Neither moved. They turned their eyes to the ceiling.
‘A train.’
It grew louder and louder. Within seconds it was deafening: the walls shook as if the earth itself was rocking. The tunnel seemed to roar and the water wallowed around them, sending back moving reflections of the big lamp. From somewhere up ahead in the darkness came the noises of rocks splashing in the water.
‘Shi-it.’ Wellard hissed, ducking his head. ‘Shit and fuck.’
And then, almost as quickly as it had started, it was over. For a long time neither of them moved. Then, cautiously, Wellard straightened and they stood, shoulder to shoulder, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of one or two residual rocks falling in the darkness ahead.
‘Pull back.’ A voice came from the comms box. It sounded to Flea like Jack Caffery’s. ‘Tell them to come out.’
‘Did you hear that, Sarge?’ said the communications officer. ‘SIO says pull back.’
Flea pushed her helmet off her face, hooked her hands into the gunwales of the Zodiac and leaned over to speak into the box. ‘Tell DI Caffery that’s a negative.’
‘What?’ hissed Wellard. ‘Are you fucking insane?’
‘There’s no probe here. And, anyway, I heard something on the other side of this rockfall. Sir.’ She was already pulling the equipment she needed out of the Zodiac: spade and a face mask. ‘I’d like to satisfy myself of what that was. There could be spaces between this fall and the main one.’
She heard Caffery saying something to the comms officer, his voice echoey. He must have waded into the tunnel to speak to him.
‘Sarge?’ said the officer. ‘The SIO’s saying he went through it in the briefing. He says there’s no hard evidence she’s in the tunnel and he’s not risking any lives. Sorry, Sarge, just relaying it as it is.’
‘That’s OK. And if you would relay back to him just as it is, though I know he’s listening, that I’m a professional, I’m doing my job, and I’m not going to risk any lives. And—’
She stopped. Wellard had pulled the lead out of the comms box. The tunnel fell into silence. He was staring at her, his eyes glittering.
‘Wellard. What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
‘I’m not letting you do this.’
‘There might be something over that rockfall. Just on the other side.’
‘No – that fall’s been there for ever.’
‘Look – I’ve got a feeling—’
‘A hunch? Got a hunch about it, have you?’
‘Are you taking the piss?’
‘No. You’re taking the piss, Sarge. I’ve got a wife and kids at home and you’ve got no right – no right—’ He broke off and stood there, breathing hard, glaring at her. ‘What’s the matter with you? For six months you’ve acted like you don’t give a toss about the unit. It could have lain down and died for all you cared. Now, out of nowhere, you’re so gung-ho you’re going to kill us both.’
Flea was speechless. She’d known Wellard seven years. She was godmother to his daughter. She’d made a speech at his wedding, had even visited him in hospital when he’d had his hernia stitched together. They worked together brilliantly. He’d never let her down. Never.
‘You’re not with me, then?’
‘I’m sorry. There’s a limit.’
She closed her mouth, looked over her shoulder at the wall, turned back to him and shrugged, not meeting his eyes. ‘Fair enough.’ She took the lead from his hand and put it back in the box.
‘. . . out now,’ came Caffery’s voice. ‘If this goes on I’ll get your own inspector down here.’