Snippet #1890765

Abegail waited as patiently as she could for the taxi to arrive. She kept feeling like somehow Niclas had followed them, that he was here and lurking around a corner. This made her a little afraid but also very angry. She hated feeling like she was helpless, like a victim.

The taxi pulled up and Walter told the driver where they were going. Abegail sat quietly as they drove. After a few minutes into the ride, when she was sure no car was following them and that the driver was more concerned with the road than his passengers, Abegail slid closer to Walter.

She turned her head so that should he look in the mirror the driver would only see her profile. Abegail leaned in close to Walter. Her voice was hushed. "Can we trust that Niclas has no idea where we are staying? He found us in Kansas when you thought he wasn't even in the states."

Abegail pulled away from him, smiling coyly so the driver would assume she was whispering suggestive things to the man and not discussing a SS officer and murderer. For emphasis she slid her gloved hand over Walter's. Abegail kept her eyes on his face. She was concerned that Niclas would catch up to them before they had a chance to do any research, follow any leads and this time, he might succeed in killing them.

Part of her felt bad, she knew Walter had made arrangements already but somehow he had followed Walter, or followed her. Abegail felt ill at the fact that someone working for Niclas might have been watching her all this time, maybe even for the past year. There was no telling who Niclas had working for him or in what shadows they lurked in.

Abegail squeezed Walter's hand. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, she would go along with whatever he wished to do but she wanted them to be cautious. They would need a plan and perhaps more protection.