The corridor after the steel gate had been built for heat and bad footing.
The west rail ran down its center through a shallow trough. Warm air pushed from vents along the floor and carried the smell of old fat from the jar in Blue's hands. The walls were close enough that JJ had to turn her shoulders sideways when she moved beside the case.
"This corridor is slick before we add anything to it," JJ said. "I dislike places that prepare their own accidents."
Blue hugged the ceramic jar against her chest.
"The buttered mess got us through the gate," she said. "I am giving it a respectful period before I insult it again."
Balisk pushed from behind for three more feet, then the force left the rail.
The case rolled under its own weight after that. The worker rail sloped down just enough to keep it moving. Its wheels rode the track with a dry scrape that set Ty's teeth on edge. The old body inside stayed low in the glass, palm turned toward the direction of travel.
