The train was central to all this.
Greed.
Cole sighed.
Land and trains.
Then he remembered what he thought whilst leaving Anna: tread carefully, can't run a train without first laying the tracks.
"So, Cole..." McGinley began, but he didn't finish.
"Your boys," Cole whispered.
McGinley's eyes widened in barely suppressed anger and his fist hammered onto the table in front of him. He half rose from his chair.
"You want to crucify my son, is that it?" he yelled, before controlling himself and hissing "You still think he killed them women, don't you, you bastard? You still believe it!"
Christopher over 2 years ago
A superb series, Drew. Thanks for posting so many new entries.
Drew Martyn over 2 years ago
Thanks very much, for sticking with the story and for the comment. I'm glad you're enjoying it :)
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
I’m enjoying it very much too. Just catching up...
Drew Martyn over 2 years ago
Thanks Neville :) Much appreciated, as always