Time of Fog And Fire: a Molly Murphy Mystery (Molly Murphy Mysteries)
“The air was heavy with smoke as massive locomotives hissed and puffed. Whistles and shouts competed with the sound of running feet. I hurried to keep up with the porter. Why couldn’t Daniel have told me clearly what he wanted of me? Why did he have to put me through this?
Liam wriggled and squirmed in my arms and I wished there had been a way to bring his buggy with us. I’d have to try and rent or borrow one when I arrived in San Francisco because I certainly couldn’t carry him around until we found Daniel.
My bags were safely stowed in the baggage car. My seat was located for me—certainly not a wooden bench but a comfortable plush seat in a long car. The porter put my bag on the rack above my head and I settled down. Liam had been fascinated by the trains and was happy to stand on the seat beside me, looking out of the window. When I opened my purse to find my handkerchief I pulled out Gus’s envelope, which I had quite forgotten. I opened it, expecting to find a funny card or letter ...and was overwhelmed to see instead five twenty-dollar bills.MoreLess
Liam wriggled and squirmed in my arms and I wished there had been a way to bring his buggy with us. I’d have to try and rent or borrow one when I arrived in San Francisco because I certainly couldn’t carry him around until we found Daniel.
My bags were safely stowed in the baggage car. My seat was located for me—certainly not a wooden bench but a comfortable plush seat in a long car. The porter put my bag on the rack above my head and I settled down. Liam had been fascinated by the trains and was happy to stand on the seat beside me, looking out of the window. When I opened my purse to find my handkerchief I pulled out Gus’s envelope, which I had quite forgotten. I opened it, expecting to find a funny card or letter ...and was overwhelmed to see instead five twenty-dollar bills.MoreLess
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