The railroad yard was never quiet, but little was audible in the hours that followed midnight.
The mainline splintered at the south end of the yard. Richard discerned only a jumble of steel. He had limited knowledge of the railroad, and he suspected his wife knew even less. However, he knew her lover was an engineer.
He dragged her over ballast and ties. She feebly kicked and twisted in his grasp.
“This will do,” he growled, tying her across randomly selected rails.
“He’ll be leading the overnight express through momentarily,” Richard grinned. “We’ll learn if you two were meant to be.”