Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 19
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel pressed the elevator button and rocked from foot to foot as she waited. She hadn’t had time to unpack, so gathering her things would be easy. She was back at the reception desk to check out in a matter of minutes.
“We’re sorry to see you leave early,” the clerk said, eyeing her curiously. “You’re booked until the end of the week. And your invoice shows you’ve purchased a sightseeing package.”
Rachel forced herself to be civil; what business was it of his? “My plans have changed. An emergency,” she said.
“Oh, I am sorry,” he replied. “Your friend is waiting for you in the lounge,” he said, gesturing to an arched doorway and the dimly lit room beyond.