“We need to expand downstream.

And check the old pumping station.”

“That’s locked and abandoned,” the coordinator answered.

“Someone injured doesn’t care whether a building is open to the public.”

PART 6

At the pumping station, the windows were boarded, but the service door hung loose on a rusted hinge.

A volunteer firefighter named Jonah Bell entered first, calling Andrew’s name into the damp darkness.

The room smelled of silt and old machinery.