Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 7
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel held her breath. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew that another man remained in the compartment. She tasted bile and for an awful moment feared she would be sick. She prayed fervently that he would not search the compartment.
The man suddenly came into view. He removed his ski mask with one swift motion and crouched, examining the floor where she’d cradled Kosof in her arms just minutes earlier. Rachel had a birds-eye view of the back of his neck and knew she would never forget what she saw: a tattoo of a stylized dragon.