Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 5
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel retrieved her cell phone from her purse and cursed when she realized she had no service. Her attention was drawn to the window and a distant speck of light. Was it her imagination, or was it getting larger? Yes, it was definitely getting larger.
“Another train is coming, bringing help,” she assured Kosof. Her words had the opposite effect. He began to whisper in the foreign language, and then, with a concerted effort, changed to English.
“Coming to kill me.” He fumbled in his pocket and brought forth an intricate, old-fashioned key, and pressed it into her hand. “Safe deposit in Switzerland. Get it and take to Langley.” He looked into her eyes with such earnestness and clarity that she knew she would help him. At least she would try. Rachel nodded.
“Hide,” he breathed as he slid back into unconsciousness.