Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 30
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel examined the cipher, turning it over in her hand, holding it directly under the lamp on the small table in the room. She sighed and leaned into the straight back of the wooden chair. If there were any clues on the cipher, she couldn’t discern them. She needed time to think this through.
She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and googled the area code for CIA headquarters: 703. Bern was six hours ahead of Virginia—if she tried her call now, it would be the middle of the night there. Maybe she would get someone’s voice mail message if she placed the call now. That might be preferable—give her time to consider how to proceed.
Cell phone coverage inside the thick walls of the bank was spotty and her first two attempts to place the call failed. She was about to hit the resend button again when the attendant knocked sharply on the door.
“Miss, is everything all right? Do you need anything?”
Rachel checked her watch and was astonished that she had been inside the tiny room for over an hour. It was time to get out of Britsch & Cie, out of Bern, and back to the US.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she called as she carefully placed the cipher and the scrap of paper in the zippered compartment of her purse. “I’m just leaving.”