Chapter 12
12.10 p.m.
A new influx of faceless passengers camouflaged the brick wall as Julia looked out of the dirt-streaked window. A factory of bodies: set one batch moving on the rail track conveyor belt and the next batch automatically slotted into position, ready. Why are we all so predictable?
How many markers would she notice as she was travelling along? Would she still be able to tell when she was in the outskirts of London, or getting near Kings Cross? Huge butterflies took over her body, leaving her tingling and throbbing. She tried to hide the way she quivered in her seat, conscious of the suit that had just found a seat six feet away.
She smiled and turned her head fully at the man, memories stirring. A tweed jacket over a chair. Dark trousers crumpled on the floor along w
