Chapter Fifteen
Bound to ride the rails
It had all begun when she had stepped into the curtain-shrouded first class compartment on the ICE train to Amsterdam. Boarding in the small southern German town of Rosenheim, Lucy had been surprised to find the compartment already occupied by a uniformed pair of well built young men who appeared to be not much older than she was.
“Come right in, Miss Van Holt,” the taller man had said in German accented English. His uniform was strange, Lucy thought, quickly looking over both men and wondering why they were in her compartment.
“And close the door,” the second man had said, curtly.
“Who are you?” Lucy demanded, annoyance clear in her voice as she fired a series of blunt questions and orders at the pair. “This is my private compartment. Why you a
