The Switch Over
Curled on the seat opposite, Melissa’s sonorous snore kept Lynn awake. She had kicked her several times with the hope of achieving peace and quiet but to no avail. The train came to a halting stop. Queenie’s head fell against her shoulder and she pushed her back. The door to their passenger compartment slid open. She feigned sleep. Through her slitted eyes, she watched the elderly man enter and close the door behind him. He went to Melissa and tapped her on the shoulder. Lynn slipped her hand around the gun hidden under the rug that Melissa had thrown across her earlier. Every inch of her tensed for action.
Melissa opened one eye and peered up at the man. She smiled. “Where am I?
“You’re in Brussels, my dear,” he replied. “Are you Madame D’Amboise?”
Melissa sat bolt upright sending the man stumbling backwards into Lynn’s gun at his back.
“I mean no harm.” He raised his arms. “I’ve been sent to get you and drive you the rest of the way to Berlin.”
“Who sent you?” Lynn forced her weapon deeper into his back.
“Please, there’s no need for that.” He attempted to squirm away, but her grip held him in place. “I don’t know his name. I only know his codename.”
Melissa got into his face. “Well?!”
“Corporal. His codename is Corporal. Please. May I sit?” Not waiting for a reply, he flopped onto the seat and massaged his lower back with one hand while the other pressed against his chest. “I wasn’t told to expect this. You play rough. Not use to it. Nor do I want to be.” He glanced at Lynn with a hurt expression. “I guess you’re Madame D&...