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Now occupying the first passenger car, Maureen leads Sam back through a series of carriages—or cars—that house seated passengers. They once again enter the café car and take their places at the one table that’s still open.
“We seem to have lost our coffees along the way, Sam,” Maureen says. “Would you like another?”
“How about a beer?” he says.
“It’s nine in the morning, and we’re on the job. Nice try, Savage.”
“Worth a shot. So then, what’s the plan, Stan?”
Maureen produces two rings from her leather coat pocket. One is a gold band, and another is a diamond. She shoves the diamond on her wedding finger.
“Hope it fits, hubby,” she says.
More deception, he thinks. First, I’m a reporter interested in trains. Now, I’ve suddenly got a ball and chain.
Sam tries the ring on for size.
