( Continuation – Read “Back Underground” first )
Then it stroke me.
I clang to the rail and just stood there in disbelief. How in the world didn’t I think of that?
“What’s wrong?” The young man was still admiring his piece of art imprinted on the chewing gum.
“We are screwed.” I never used that word before, but it just came out of my mouth.
Phillip gazed in my face, still happy about his newest accomplishment. “I don’t understand.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around of what we’ve done without taking any precautions. “I’m sure these guys, whoever they are, have cameras all over the basement and they know we are here. They will report us to the police.”
That was a surprise to my neighbor, as well. I could see him getting nervous, and he bit his lips. Then he made a sign to move forward. But I didn’t want to go upstairs. I wanted to go back.
I passed by him and rushed down the stairs to the poolroom. Maybe I was wrong and the owners didn’t have cameras. But I needed to see and prepare myself for what to expect.
If I wouldn’t have been that stressed out, I could have sworn I heard the door we’ve tried to open, hitting the wall. But because of my erratic state of mind at that moment, I couldn’t guarantee that was what happened. The door was closed.
Phillip was one step behind me.
Then my heart fell into my stomach. There were at least four cameras on the ceiling, one in each corner. How brainless was I to put us in such a mess?
All my life I stayed out of trouble. I taught my son to be a man of good character, to tell the truth, to respect other people’s property and the laws, and here I was becoming a criminal.
Our clothes were still dripping water on the floor and I was cold, so cold.
Phillip placed his hands on his hips and started pacing up and down.
( To be continued )