Chapter Six
Chapter Six
The Chattanooga Choo Choo was unavoidably delayed.
Charlottesville, the last station before DC, was supposed to be a quick stop. The passengers were supposed to arrive in DC well before the lights came on in the new “city of lights.” Now it might be a close call. Thank God for the long days of early summer.
“When are we going?” Debra asked as Joel returned to his seat the fourth time. Joel couldn’t blame her for the growing apprehension. It could be felt throughout the train.
“Any minute they say,” Joel responded.
“Is the security guard going to live?”
“They don’t know. He’s critical. So is the one you…”
Joel decided not to finish the sentence.
A sharp-dressed man who’d followed Joel to his seat stopped next to him.
“I understand you’re the one to thank,”
