Chapter 67: Train Clown

Sarah

“You don’t remember me?” he asks, adjusting the strap of a brown leather bag hung around his shoulders.

“I don’t,” I reply, looking out for an empty seat around. But he stops me and blocks my view.

“You are as good as alone now. If you know what’s god for you, don’t try to play smart.”

I see a weapon in his pocket as he pulls out something from his bag.

“Do you know this person? Apologies, that’s not even a question. Where is he?”

It is a picture of Shawn and my father. I know this person is definitely someone from my past. Although it’s hard to tell if he’s from the enemy’s side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen these faces.”

He claps his hands and begins to laugh deeply, as people close by throw weird glances at us.

“Isn't she funny guys?” he turns to them and back to me. His grin condensing immediately into a frown.

“Good joke, Maria Giovanni. Now answer the question.”

He pulls in closer to me, his pistol now in his hands as he runs the muzzle over