MISCHA BARTON DROVE like her life depended on it----because it did!340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf6qywmvjBK
The prison was set apart from the rest of Limoges, and only one fairly narrow and badly paved road led out of JRF toward the town. She had no choice but to follow the pace set by the three vehicles in front of her until they reached the first intersection.
Once she was free of them, she picked up the pace, though she didn't want to be overly reckless and draw attention. It didn't take her long to reach the train station, the Gate de Limoges-Benedictins, located just north of the town center, opposite the Champ de Julliet garden and its majestic fountain.
She packed as close to the station as she could, in a small nearby parking lot. It wasn't a parking space, per se; in fact, the lot was full and she was blocking two cards in the corner. This was unfortunate, but she had more urgent matters on her mind.
She ran past several parked cars. A red compact. A blue Mini cooper. A white Audi sedan. Tucked in the rear window of the Audi was a little teddy bear. Her heart did a flip. Felice, my dear friend, always slept with one, even in prison.
I'm doing this for you as much as for me, honey, she thought.
She sprinted toward the train station. She'd heard it was a source of architectural pride her in Limoges, but at night it looked like a scary, scowling monster. It was a massive Gothic concrete structure with a domed glass top, pillars framing each side of the building, square lights resembling eyes on top of the pillars, and a concrete arch, in the shape of a frown, over the entrance. Next to the station was the monster's "staff"----a tall bell tower that could've doubled as a lighthouse for ships at sea.
Pulling Josette's gauze bandage off her face, she ran into the station, got her bearings, and found the window marked BILLETS. She was wearing Josette's ill-fitting uniform and perspiring badly. She must've been quite a sight.
"Quand le prochain train part-il?" she asked the man behind the counter.
When is the next train leaving?
"A ou?" he asked. To where?340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xleAWIFhF
She looked behind the man to the clock on the wall. It was 2:15 a.m.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG1wVcJYrzM
"A n'importe ou."340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFhUGecGJS0
To anywhere, Mischa answered. The next train to anywhere.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuyzDuLeZO0
