There was a nauseating smell down there.
Jay got out right after him and kept following him, lighting a torch so as not to lose sight of him as the darkness made its way down there.
Antonio had arrived near the manhole and to his surprise the traces of blood had stopped. Which way had they gone?
The boy had hidden in one of the sewer tunnels, he had stopped perhaps to catch his breath and so the detective also took advantage of it.
He picked up the radio and tried to communicate with his colleagues.
- Here de..tive..ste ... I'm ... sin... the...pect... wn...wer ... Eed... kup. -
(This is Detective Halstead. I'm chasing the suspect down into the sewers. I need backup.) Jay told the radio hoping his colleagues would arrive as soon as possible.
What Jay didn't know was that his radio signal was shaky enough to make his colleagues understand little or nothing and to that was added the fact that he was barely mumbling words as hurt as he was. Nobody would come.