Ripton Sam, the Zetta Files 7I parked the car and threw on my coat and reluctantly stepped outside. My coat was still damp, and it was a cold, foggy evening. Fog is not helpful when you're trying to trail someone. I headed into the crowds, hoping for a lucky break, but I didn't know what to expect or where to look, and standing in the middle of a train station looking lost for hours doesn't make anyone blend in very well. In fact, it makes them a good target for mugging. I was glad I decided to take my pistol with me tonight.Ripton Sam, the Zetta Files 76 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
The crowd was bustling with activity as people jostled to or from the ticketing booth to the train station to the cars waiting at the road. People dragged suit cases behind them and pushed and shoved their way through the masses of human activity in a sort of mindless frenzy. The noise was almost deafening I checked the clock up on the wall, 11:26, and briefly wondered which train Miss Katters was expected to wait for, if she was even waiting for a train at all.
I was growing impatient. I'd a