Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 32
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel ordered a glass of wine when the attendant came to take her beverage order. She drank it in a series of unladylike gulps, reclined her seat the inadequate amount allowed, and slept soundly until the attendant woke her to return her seat to the upright position for landing.
Rachel quickly cleared customs and proceeded to the curb outside of Reagan National Airport. It was 6 am. She made her way to a deserted bench off to the side and pulled out the scrap of paper and her phone.
She punched in the numbers and brought the phone to her ear. The man answered before she ever heard it ring.
Rachel hesitated. The words she had rehearsed over and over in her mind deserted her.
“If you’re calling this number, I believe you have something important to deliver to me,” he continued, dissolving her doubt.
She took a deep breath and began her story.