Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 34
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel’s heart hammered in her chest and she lunged for the wall as her knees buckled. Col. Sullivan stepped forward to steady her. Maybe her fear that she’d never be seen again wasn’t so far-fetched after all.
“The elusive Dr. Hudson, at last,” he said. “Let’s go to my office.”
He took her elbow and escorted her the short distance to an office with a commanding view.
“You have something for me,” he stated as he steered her to a chair.
Rachel slid the cipher across the desk. He nodded in satisfaction.
“Good work,” he said. “You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you’d gone sightseeing with me that day. I just wanted that key.”
Rachel stiffened and glared at him. “You owe me an explanation,” she spat.