The idea of locating a long-lost subway car, buried deep under Manhattan, carried with it a certain romanticism I found difficult to resist. It was every treasure hunter’s dream, the underground equivalent of finding a sunken ship or a forgotten city.My cause seemed worthy. Destroying the Bell would save lives. But every second I spent searching for it was another second I didn’t spend trying to find Diane.I knew Chase wouldn’t kill Diane until he obtained either the Bell or the journal. I couldn’t let either of those things happen. I needed to destroy them both. Then I’d rescue her.But what if something happens to her first?Ignoring the thought, I continued to press on through the tunnel. I couldn’t afford to doubt myself. Not now.It was early morning, yet I didn’t feel rested. I lacked sleep and still suffered from my injuries. But I was too restless to recuperate. I needed to work. I needed to search the Lexington Avenue Line for signs of a hidden tunnel.I glanced over my shoulder.
