Maria Hudgins - Lacy Glass 02 - The Man On The Istanbul Train - Plot & Excerpts
She felt strangely warmed by the sight of the belongings she’d left behind. They weren’t much, but they were her very own: shampoo, brush, iPod, the ballpoint pen with a flower on one end, the paperback mystery she’d dog-eared on page 187, the clean blue shirt she’d been saving in case she needed to spruce up. She pulled off her denim shorts and knelt beside her duffle bag, searched the side pocket, and found a one-hundred lira note. Why had she put it there? Never mind. Right now it looked like a pot of gold. She ran her hand down the seam of the pocket and felt paper. Unfolding it, she laughed and pressed it to her chest. It was the copy she’d made at home of her passport photo page, and near the bottom of the sheet, in a secret code only she could decipher, she’d written her credit card numbers and their expiration dates. She returned everything to the duffle and sat back on the soft lining of her sleeping bag, pulling the top part up and over her bare legs.
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