Chapter NineteenEmily shifted on the buffed leather seat in the train compartment to break the mesmerizing clickety-clack of the wheels that threatened her ability to stay awake. If she napped now, she’d never sleep tonight. Beside her, Gerard sat with his arms crossed, eyes closed, and gray fedora pulled low over his face. Anyone who didn’t know him would think he dozed. His rigid frame told her differently. She wasn’t sure he ever slept more than a couple of hours a night. How he managed to remain vigilant was a mystery.
She frowned. After their success with the travel visa, he’d become surly and morose. When questioned, he insisted nothing was wrong. Yet, he’d been as irascible as a wounded mountain lion, giving one word answers and glowering at everyone they’d been in contact with fro
