Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 16
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel lingered on the steps to the Police Directorate the next morning. One thing was certain; she would not go sightseeing with her fellow presenter. She wanted to put the Kosof matter in the hands of the police and get out of Vienna. She mentally ran through her explanation to the police again now:
She had boarded a train in Keldkirch the night before last. She and Ukranian dissident Vladimir Kosof were the only people on the train, and he was grievously injured. It stopped suddenly on an overpass in the mountains. Another train pulled up next to them on the overpass. Kosof regained consciousness and told her they were coming to kill him. He gave her a key to a Swiss bank’s safety deposit box and told her to get the contents and take them to Langley. And to hide—which she did.
A group of uniformed men entered the train and removed Kosof. From her hiding place, she could see a distinctive dragon tattoo on the back of the neck of one of the men. The train started again and finally stopped in Vienna. She observed the man with the tattoo getting off the train and quietly exited in the opposite direction.
Would they believe her? Her story sounded preposterous, even to her own ears. She took a deep breath and grasped the iron door handle, the cold penetrating her glove and sending shivers down her spine.