Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 13
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel hesitated. ‘Should she go with this man? Was he even the man from the train? The provost knew him; surely she would be alright.’
The man reached for her satchel. “I can get that,” she snapped. “But thank you,” she said, attempting to soften her remark.
He lead the way to the car park in silence, unlocking and holding the passenger door open for her. He nodded in recognition when she gave him the name of her hotel.
He came around the car to the driver’s side and took off his jacket, folding it carefully before placing it on the back seat. As he turned to fasten his seatbelt, she saw it again: the dragon tattoo.