Eerily dark and stone-still as Caden and Ashlyn tore through the streets. It was as if every curtain had pulled tightly closed and every door had slammed completely shut when the train whistle had sounded. “They’re all in their beds,” Caden said, as if echoing Ashlyn’s thoughts. Both his hands were tight on the wheel at ten and two, and he stared straight ahead as he sped through the village. “Let’s just hope they all stay in their beds. Including Rachel. Especially Rachel.” Ashlyn pulled a tight breath. “She promised.” “Yeah, she did. But you heard the radio.” Caden’s dark eyes met hers just long enough for her to see the depth of his worry. “The conductor’s coming to meet her. He’s hell bent on meeting her. He wants her, Ash. And you saw that look on her face the other night. That….” “Pull,” Ashlyn finished for him. “That beautiful lure. Maybe she can’t help but run to the tracks when the whistle sounds.” Ashlyn bit down hard on the fear.
