CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Reid noticed that the businesswoman across the aisle from him on the train had a tote bag with the corner of a laptop computer sticking out. “Excuse me,” he leaned over and said quietly, “do you speak English?”
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but nodded once. “Yes.”
“I know this may be forward, but may I borrow your computer for a moment? I just want to check in on my children.”
At the mention of children, the woman softened visibly. “By all means.” She pulled the computer from her bag and handed it to him.
“Thank you. I’ll just be a few minutes.”
The train ride from Zurich to Rome took nearly ten hours. A flight would have only taken about an hour and a half, and now that Reid had a passport, he could have hopped on a plane—but that would have meant dumping both
