Chapter 23Beulah looked at me. Tears rolled down her drawn cheeks.
“What happened? Did you find them? Please tell me you found them.”
I couldn't answer her. All I could do was shake my head.
Cracow, 1929
The shrill whistle pierced my consciousness. I sat up on the wooden seat, shaken and alert. Laszlo glanced at me.
“What's the matter? Are you nervous?”
I shook my head. It wasn't the tournament that had been on my mind. Would Maria receive my message? Would she be able to get away?
“No, I'm fine.”
The metal wheels ground down on the tracks and the train lurched, throwing the five of us in the compartment off balance. Laszlo put out a hand to steady himself. From Krasnowicz, the trip to Cracow took roughly five hours. The train began to gain momentum as the motion of the wheels came
