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Автор: Angela Yvette Thurman
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      Train 653

      Angela Yvette Thurman

      Copyright © 2020 Angela Yvette Thurman

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

      320 Broad Street

      Red Bank, NJ 07701

      First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

      ISBN 978-1-64801-334-8 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64801-335-5 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Chapter 42

       Chapter 43

       Chapter 44

       Chapter 45

       Chapter 46

       Chapter 47

       Chapter 48

       Chapter 49

       Chapter 50

      Chapter 1

      The body of the man they had chased through the snow-covered field now lay in a pool of his own blood. He had been cut in two by the speeding train, which he had tried to jump on in order to escape from the mob that were relentless in their efforts to capture him. His torso was thrown several yards from the rest of his body. His hazel-colored, with a hint of green, eyes pierced through the blood covering his face. Even in death, he was still strikingly handsome.

      By this time, most of the town folks and train yard workers had gathered to see what the commotion was about. They whispered to one another about who he could’ve been. Someone said that they had seen him drinking whiskey at JAK’s Tavern on the corner of Tudor Avenue, standing by the jukebox watching the door