Chapter ThirteenThe train shimmied and bumped over the tracks as it sped south toward London. Van crossed his arms and surveyed his fellow passengers. Most were hidden behind a newspaper while a few stared out the window or slept. Several windows were open, and the acrid smell of coal exhaust swirled through the car.
Next to him, Cora sifted through the notes she’d made while they were at the internment camp. Apparently, someone of importance wanted good press about the conditions of the facility because they’d been given a full tour and an interview with the camp commander, Major Hamilton. Fewer than fifty detainees remained, but the major had talked about the early days when spy fever had prompted thousands of arrests and the facility was filled to capacity.
Most intriguing was the dis
