The Tunnel by S.D. Tooley

A former casino dealer, media merchandiser, seminar coordinator, and executive assistant, Sandy is the author of 15 mysteries. Her Sam Casey series features a detective who uses Native American mysticism to help her solve cases, combining mystery with paranormal. She also writes the Chase Dagger series as Lee Driver. This series features a young woman who can shift into a hawk or a wolf, combining mystery with urban fantasy/sci-fi/horror.

THE TUNNEL

Six-year-old Nemo is street-savvy beyond his years, relying on instincts to stay safe and cunning to find food and clothes. But curiosity gets the best of him when he finds a tunnel in the sub-basement of an abandoned building. His mother warns him to stay away. It could be dangerous and he might get lost. One day he ventures too far and finds where it leads. Nemo wishes he had listened to his mother.

Sam Casey is an investigative consultant for the Chasen Heights Police Department. Part Native American, she has the ability to touch something the killer touched and pick up clues about a case. When a homeless woman is found dead from a gunshot wound, the case because personal for Sam. Ballistics shows the bullet came from her husband’s gun.

Nemo has attracted the attention of Alex Red Cloud, a family friend of Sam’s, after Alex witnesses the street urchin stealing fruit. Why is Alex so secretive about the boy? How did her husband, Jake, know the drug addict? And what does Nemo find on the other side of the tunnel’s door? The answers lead to a shocking conclusion in the seventh installment of the award-winning Sam Casey series.


The Tunnel


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“THE TUNNEL - An Excerpt”

The temperature in the apartment was comfortable. There wasn’t a television set or a radio, and what little furniture there was could have been cleaner. His mama had thrown a sheet over the couch and chair to cover the stains. Didn’t matter any to Nemo. He hardly spent time in the apartment. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. Since the electricity was still working, the refrigerator kept what little food they had cold. He carefully unwrapped one of the sandwiches, grabbed a knife from the drawer, and cut the sandwich in half. He wrapped the rest of the sandwich in one of the papers, placed the full sandwich and the half in the fridge, wrapped his half in a napkin, and shoved it in the plastic bag.
Nemo walked down the hall to his bedroom, rustled through a gym bag for clean underwear and clothes, stripped out of his shoes and clothes and took a quick shower. Always wear clean clothes, Rocket Man had warned. It would keep the creepy crawlies away. He dried off with a towel, another gift from Goodwill, and hung it up to dry. He never did laundry; wouldn’t know how to. Nemo would just toss the soiled items and pick up new ones from Goodwill. He shoved the soiled clothes into a garbage bag, shrugged into a newly acquired blue jean jacket, and grabbed the plastic bag of food from the kitchen.
As he headed to the front door, Nemo paused and stared at the towel shoved tight against the bottom of the bedroom door. He leaned close and listened for several seconds. Then he grabbed the door knob, turned it, and gently pushed it open. His mama was still in bed, in the same position. The needle previously stuck in her arm had fallen onto the bed. Her skin had always been a bit darker than his, but now it looked even darker and leathery. Something had happened to her eyes. He didn’t like looking at her anymore and felt ashamed. It was the illness, she’d always told him. The needle contained her medicine. But for taking so much medicine, why had she always looked older and sicker? Wasn’t the medicine supposed to fix everything? He tiptoed across the floor to close the window. No need to air out the room any more. The smell had gone away.