Chicago Trains Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I drop the necklace into his trembling hand with a satisfied smile. I settle back into my seat, exhaling a long breath. I did it. The train rattles beneath me, speeding toward freedom. Chicago is just the first stop—San Francisco is next. This time, no one’s stopping me. After a long journey, I step onto Chicago and wait for the next train.

What in the world was I doing? It had been eight years since I last saw him. For all I knew, he might not even be living in Queens anymore. As I stepped off at the Sixty-First Street Station, a train heading north pulled into the platform opposite mine. I looked across and found myself contemplating whether I should just get back on and return to where I’d come from. I stood there mulling it over for so long that people started weaving around me as the train came and then slowly disappeared from sight.

Matt said. "Let's go," Chicago said, staring at Trainor. Chicago led Trainor to the large garden. "I'm curious about where we're headed," Trainor said, observing the entire environment as they walked. "We're almost there." Chicago paused to think. "Why did you stop?" Trainor demanded. "Nothing, let's go." Chicago continued walking, then stopped in front of the garden. "It's over there, no one is allowed to go in." A highly agitated Trainor tapped Chicago on the shoulder. "I am not anyone, I am Detective Trainor, called to service directly by the President himself."

I hoped Chicago would be the perfect place for me to do that. Xavier stopped the car in front of the train station and we walked in with my ticket in my hand. I still had ten minutes to spare before my train leaves, so Xavier used that opportunity to give me a little prep talk. "I don't know if you already know this but the city is not all that safe. They are a lot of dangerous people lurking around in the dark and some wicked-minded people who would hurt anybody to get what they want, so you have to be extra careful. No walking around late at night and be careful who you associate with, okay?"

< Nina > “This is 12 Quartz Square Bound C Express train. The next stop is Dawn City. Stand clear of the closing door, please.” Just one more stop. I have been moving from one train to another and it’s the very first time I’ve been in many places. The last two trains I’ve ridden are packed with people like sardines in a tin. For the entire trip on this last train, I’ve been standing and holding the pole, while my other hand is carrying my travel bag. My hand is getting numb thanks to its weight.

Of course, he’d half expected the train to be here, once he discovered what that symbol painted on the gravestones meant. He’s not too long in joining Ned, who’s staring at the thrumming midnight black Chessie. “A Chessie,” Ned whispers. “A Chesapeake and Ohio River Valley engine. But I’ve never seen one all black like this. And this . . . ” He reaches toward a white symbol like the ones painted on the tombstones. “This is supposed to be the shadow of a cat, the Chessie symbol. What’s this mean?” He touches it. And stiffens as if gripped by an immense cold. He trembles, jaw hanging open.

For crying out loud, he didn't know how he managed to put up with his siblings endless teasing and mockery, and he didn't know if he could still bear their endless teasing. Ash shivered when he felt an arm around his shoulder followed by the announcement. "All passengers on platform 3 bound to Chicago, Illinois. Please take your luggage and belongings with you and wait in the front line, the doors will be opening in a few minutes. You will soon be able to board the train. We hope you enjoy your travel."

Her sons were all taught well, and now her daughter was coming too. When Elara talked to her, what she said already meant they weren't on the same page. And Ruby suspected the last people who wanted the Cromwell family to come to Chicago were probably the Hayes family. 19:07, the high-speed train from New York to Chicago arrived on time. The business car parked by the roadside was the business Tesla that had been arranged earlier. The people under the Jenkins Group were especially careful about this. Knowing Carl was coming, the head of the Chicago branch started waiting from 4 p.m., afraid there might be traffic jams on the way and he'd be late to pick him up.

In black canvas high-tops, I ran to the el and climbed aboard the Robert Line headed toward the Loop. Travis could follow me on foot, but it would take a miracle for him to keep up with the train by car. Every light would have to turn in his favor, and pedestrian crossings would have to be clear. At State and Lake, I switched to the Red Line. Standing near the window, I watched for Travis’s hulky frame at every stop. Despite knowing it would be nearly impossible for my bodyguard to keep up, I kept my eyes open, checking every tall blond man who entered the train. The twenty-minute ride seemed to take an hour.

Dad questioned, leaning forward to look at the monitor. “Let me check, Chief.” David nodded with a smirk as dad rolled his eyes. “Text Ryan.” “Texting Ryan. What is the message?” “ When did the train leave?” “I got; When did the train leave? Do you want to send or change the message?” “Send.” “Okay. Message sent.” “Here’s hoping he is checking his phone often.” I frowned. “How far are we from Chicago?” I asked, looking around, trying to check for any signs.