“Maybe we can cut down through the sewers,” I said. “There’s got to be, like, an entryway up into that building from below.” “Why?” Jezza laughed. “Why would there be an entrance from the sewer into there?” “Well, I don’t fucking know; there always is on the TV.” “Is there an entrance up from the sewer into your apartment? It’s not a bloody sidewalk. You know what’s in the sewer?” “Poop,” Wash offered. “He’s right,” Jezza confirmed.
