Ziegler and Bayer walked up the aisle of the fifth train car, casting a last glance at the three women communication workers sitting near the front.
“Should we return to the first car, sir?” Bayer asked, grasping the handle of the interconnecting door.
Ziegler held out his hand, signaling Bayer to pause. “It seems odd that the woman we’re looking for doesn’t seem to be on the train.”
Bayer shrugged. “We may have been fooled, sir, like you said. Maybe she did leave by boat, but at a different time. Or they went north for a rendezvous, instead of south.”
“Or she might be using a different mode of transportation.”
“Even a bicycle—just to get out of Tournai. She had a bicycle at the village when she used the radio in the church steeple.”
Ziegler considered different alternatives. “Yes, p
