"Don't know," Zach grinned. He jerked his head towards a manhole. "You want to check it out? We'd need to find a fucking flashlight. Probably supplies, case we got stuck." Reaching into his pocket, he dug out a couple of lighters and tossed her one. "That's not gonna go fucking far."
His face grew solemn as he considered leaving Clare and Andrea for that long. Slowly, the man muttered, "I'd worry about leaving them though."