She lunged for the drive just as the lights hissed back to life. The man appeared at the end of the carriage, but he wasn't looking for his seat. He was looking at her. His eyes weren't kind anymore; they were calculating.
The man with the satchel was gone. In his place lay a small, black USB drive, glowing with a faint blue pulse. The Choice Elara felt a cold prickle of sweat. She could: A Girl on a Train [v1.0] [Completed]
Should the story be a or a supernatural mystery ? She lunged for the drive just as the