Amanda G. reviewed on 8/8/2006 + 157 more book reviews

Lawrence Blakeley wasn't taking any chances. The briefcase between his legs held evidence that would convict a powerful figure in Washington of forgery. For Blakeley, procuring the damning documents had been an exercise in cunning, but that was nothing compared to the task of holding onto them. All seemed peaceful on the Washington-bound Pullman; Blakeley even managed a lower berth. When he came to go to bed, however, he found a drunken man already asleep in Lower Ten. So Blakeley crawled into Lower Nine. When he awoke the next morning, all his clothes had been stolen and the precious briefcase was gone. Blakeley wasn't even in Lower Nine, but in Lower Seven. Even more disturbing, the man in Lower Ten had been murdered. And then the train crashed.

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