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Night Train
Copyright © 2005 Morgan Hawke
ISBN: 1-55410-033-X
Cover art by Martine Jardin
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To Angela Knight: for the Inspiration!
(When I grow up, I wanna be just like you!)
To Michelle Bailey: for your patience, and
all the midnight phone-calls.
To Tina & Stef: for your unwavering faith
in me.
Night Train
Morgan Hawke
Night Train
The Orient Express
- En Route to Prague from Vienna
One hour after sunset
ight I have your company for the night?”
“Huh?” Elaine glanced up from her belly-
down sprawl across the private compartment’s plush
banquette sofa. The art deco lamp directly over her
was on, but polished cherry wood walls made the rest
of the antique Pullman car very dark. She blinked.
Where did he come from?
A tall man in a nearly floor-length black leather
coat, stood just inside the deep shadow of her
compartment’s door. His hands hung loose at his
sides. “Pardon the intrusion.” His voice was soft, low
and velvety with a touch of exotic eastern European
lilt. He tilted his head toward the closed door. “I did
knock, and your door was unlocked.”
Elaine bit her lip. She hadn’t heard the knock. Hell,
she hadn’t heard the door to her train compartment
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