Chapter 20
LUCKY ESCAPE
Daniela clicked her fingers when the answer flashed into her mind. Port was a type of beverage and a docking place for ships. But Madrid was inland; it had no port. Could the clue mean Madrid’s so-called “dry port”? Did that mean that Eva was at the intermodal terminal? It had to be, and Daniela hoped to God she was right because she couldn’t think of anything else.
The dry port in Coslada was a half-hour drive through traffic, and Daniela’s back tensed all the way. This had to be where he had her, but where exactly would that be?
When she stopped as close as she could get to the dry port, she exited her car and looked around the rows of warehouses, the lines of railway cars stacked with metal containers lined, the forklifts transferring those huge containers on
