Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 4
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
‘Surely this can’t be right,’ Rachel thought as she sank against the wall. ‘There has to be someone else here,’ and she knew that there wasn’t, even as she thought this. She reached for a railing to steady herself and made her way back to her original train car and the injured man.
He was turning his head side to side, mumbling something in a language she didn’t understand, possibly Russian. “Sir,” she said, leaning over him and taking his head in her hands. “You’ve been hurt. Lie still. Help is on the way,” she lied.
With visible effort, he forced his eyes open and focused on her face. The realization hit her like a sharp blow: she was looking into the face of the most hunted man on the planet, Ukrainian dissident Vladimir Kosof.