A Night with Mr. Stranger
I repeated.
“It’s in the outer Hebrides. A remote area, they said,” Sharon continued. “I asked how far Glasgow was, and the guy told me I could reach it by train. Three different trains, from Stornoway to Ullapool, then to Inverness, and finally to Glasgow. I had to move quickly, just in case my captors had discovered I was missing and were already on my trail.
I shook my head in disbelief. “You had no money, Sharon. How did you manage to get on those trains?”