Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 36

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The Night Train

Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske

Night 36

 

“So I wasn’t paranoid? The taxi driver; the man on the bench at the train station the night I left Vienna?”

Col. Sullivan nodded. “And others. We had eyes on you at all times.”

“Why didn’t someone just say ‘We’re the CIA and we’d like that safe deposit key, thank you very much?’”

He smiled for the first time. “If we’re watching you, others may be watching you. We knew we could keep you safe and thought it would be most inconspicuous to let you proceed. It became obvious that you were going to do as he asked.”

“I was terrified. I considered tossing that key in the trash a hundred times,” she asserted.

“But you didn’t.”

“What happens now? Where is Kosof? What are you going to do with that cipher?”

“You go back to Chicago and resume your life. You mention nothing of this to anyone—we’ll know if you do. The rest is classified.”

 

Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 37