The noise of the Suburban was distorted by the tunnel’s high arch and thick walls; the rumble of other vehicles was swept upwards into an echoing drone that set Emilia’s teeth on edge. The tunnel was long and had a slight curve to it, making it seem longer than its three kilometer length. She drove carefully as the pitch blackness was relieved only by the lights of oncoming traffic, the colored arrows pointing down from the roof to indicate which lanes were open, and the occasional neon sign warning of pileups beyond the tunnel. The traffic wasn’t bad; there were always more cars coming into Acapulco than leaving it. She’d rolled relatively quickly through the toll plaza. The place held too many memories of weekends when she was a teen standing in the hot sun in front of the booths with boxes of guava candy in her hands and a blank expression on her face. A warning light signaled the end of the tunnel and the big SUV popped into gray twilight with the setting sun trailing behind.
What do You think about Cliff Diver (Detective Emilia Cruz Book 1)?
