Fortunately, Adele handled it well, smoothly steering her automobile into a parking space between two other cars. I realized we parked in front of the Kress 5-10 store.
“Did you see something?” Sally looked around.
“No, but I had a thought. Maybe this is nuts, but why not get on the train from the other side of the line? Is there a way to pay for tickets after we get aboard?” I pointed to a mostly open field between the next street from Depot and the twin sets of tracks.
The women looked over the area, then turned back to me. I hadn’t convinced them.
“Yes, we can pay onboard if they aren’t full. Your idea might work at night. But if someone sees us from the platform, we’re as good as dead,” Adele pointed out. “We’re running out of time. It’s only twenty minutes before the train leaves.”
“Yeah, too many unknowns,” I replied, as I liked my idea even less. “But I’m assuming they are waiting there. They’ll just get onboard to put us in a spot where we can’t escape if they see us go in the front way.”
“Still, your idea might work if we have a diversion,” Sally said as she glanced at Adele.
“What are you getting at?” I didn’t like how the woman’s eyes lit up at the thought.
“I mean, we have someone create a diversion inside the building while the others cross the field.”
Adele and I glanced at each other.
“Well, it’s worth a try, but what is the diversion?” Adele’s question matched my thoughts.
Sally frowned, trying to think of something.
“We can always start a fire or a fight, I guess.”
“Too bad I don’t have fireworks,” I joked. “I remember a TV series when somebody used that.”
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