‘…She closed her fingers around the handle and paused, sensing a presence behind her. She wasn’t alone. Except the carriage had been empty when she boarded. Venus was a hundred per cent sure, and they’d made no stops at any stations yet. Breath held, pulse racing, she swivelled her head, one slow second at a time.
Venus glimpsed a man’s outline behind her before her fingers slipped from the smooth handle, when it pressed down hard from the other side of the door, and distracted her from the apparition.
“Come with me,” a transport cop said, barging into her car…