CHAPTER TEN
Less than an hour after leaving Naples, Keira’s train pulled in at the Salerno station on the Amalfi Coast. It was a small station, with just a few platforms connected by overpasses. It wasn’t a particularly attractive station either, looking like its heydays were far in the past. Gray concrete columns, overhead electric cables, it was hardly a luxurious start to a supposedly beautiful part of the world.
Keira stepped off the train—leaving the still arguing divorcees behind—and wandered into the main ticket office, looking around the station, searching for the new tour guide who was supposed to be waiting, certain that Heather had told her someone would be there to greet her. But as the station cleared out of passengers, most of whom were heading off for daytrips in the sunsh
