Chapter 4
I checked my lapel watch as I left the parlor car. Five minutes past six o’clock. According to the timetable, the train was to stop in Kenton next, at six-eleven. I had only a few minutes to find a favorable lookout point.
Watching the watcher had its risks of course, but my heart felt lighter than it had all day. Taking an active role is more suited to my nature. Far better to be the hunter than the quarry.
I opted for the open-air platform at the back of the train, only two cars behind us. However, passengers blocking the aisle to gather their belongings and porters making their way to the exits meant I could not move as quickly as I wished. The train had already pulled into the station by the time I reached the caboose. A number of quizzical looks were cast my way as I open
