When Zac took a window seat in the back row on the lower level of the train, Luke kept walking. ‘Don’t mind me,’ he said on the way past. ‘Got some reading to do.’ He pulled the folder out from the waistband of his jeans and dropped into a seat two rows ahead. At this time of night, he figured that this would be one of the last trains out of Windsor. It was obviously an action-packed town. He’d seen only three other people, two on this level. A man wearing what looked to be a bus driver’s uniform sat right down the front of the carriage. Another man was slumped in the seat behind, leaning his head against the window, probably asleep already. And when they’d first walked onto the train, a girl, dressed totally in black, sat on a bench seat facing the doors. Walking past her, he’d thought she was either brave or stupid to be travelling alone at night. Still, with all those facial piercings and the multi-buckled platform boots, she probably scared off more people than frightened her.
