Robie assumed she was thinking about Gwen lying dead back there.
Ten minutes later he heard the train coming. It came to a stop with a long screech of brakes and release of hydraulic pressure. He and Reel boarded the middle car.
This was not the Acela bullet train. The car looked like it had been in service since Amtrak was created in the early seventies.
They were the only passengers on this car. There was a single attendant, a sleepy-looking black man in a uniform that didn’t fit him very well. He yawned, took their tickets, stuck them to the back of their seats, and told them where the café car was located if they were hungry or thirsty.
“The conductor will be along at some point to take your tickets,” he said. “Enjoy the ride.”
“Yeah, thanks,” said Robie, while Reel just stared straight ahead.
As the train rolled out of the station the attendant walked up the aisle and disappeared into the next car, probably to make his spiel to the few passengers there.
Robie and Reel settled down in their seats, he at the window, she at the aisle. Robie had put both bags at his feet.
Minutes passed and he said, “So where are we going?”
“I’ve booked us through to Philly, but we can get off at any stop in between.”
“What’s in your bag besides grenades?”
“Things we might need.”
“Who was the old guy in the photo with you?”
“Friend of a friend.”
“Why not the friend?”
She glanced at him in mild reproach. “Too easy. If I’d done that, do you think they would have left the photo for you to see? They’re an intelligence agency, Robie, so you have to assume they have some degree of it to exercise.”
“So the friend?”
“Give me a few minutes. I’m trying to deal with the loss of another friend, maybe my last one.”
Robie was about to push her, but then something told him not to.
The loss of a friend. I can relate to that.
“Did you dig that tunnel?”
She shook her head. “It was already there. Maybe bootleggers. Maybe some criminal owned it and that was his escape hatch. When I bought the place and found it I made Cabin 17 my hideaway for that very reason.”
“Good thing you did.”
She looked away. She obviously didn’t want to talk anymore.
“You want something to eat or drink?” he asked a few minutes later as the train started to slow. They were probably approaching another podunk station where a few more sleepy people would climb aboard.
“Coffee, nothing to eat,” she said curtly, still not looking at him.
“I’ll get some stuff, just in case you change your mind.”
He walked up the aisle and kept going until he reached the café car. There was one person ahead of him, a woman dressed in a jean skirt, boots, and a tattered coat. She gathered up her coffee, pastries, and a bag of chips and headed on her way. She stumbled as the train slid into the station and stopped.
Robie helped right her and then stepped up to the counter. The uniformed man behind it was about sixty with a full gray beard and small narrow eyes behind thick glasses.
“What can I get you, sir?” he asked Robie.
Robie looked at the offerings on the menu board behind the counter. “Two coffees, two muffins, and three packs of peanuts.”
“Just brewing a fresh pot. Coming up.”
“No hurry.” Robie turned and looked out the window. This station looked even smaller than the one at which they had boarded. He couldn’t even see the name of the place, although he assumed it had to be posted somewhere.
The next moment he forgot about that.
At the far side of the station, its bumper hanging out just far enough that he could see it, was a black Range Rover.
Robie looked at the few passengers getting on. One was an old woman carrying her belongings in a pillowcase.
Another was a teenage girl with a battered suitcase.
The last passenger was a black man in his forties. He was dressed in not overly clean bib overalls and falling-apart work boots, and he had a dirty knapsack slung over one shoulder.
Robie did not like to stereotype, but none of the new passengers looked like patrons of the Range Rover brand.
When the man behind the counter turned to him with two fresh cups of coffee, Robie was gone.
CHAPTER
59
GUN OUT, Robie reentered the train car. He looked down the aisle. Reel was still in her seat, but she looked stiff, unnatural.