Vanishing Point - Carol Smith

A leaden sky and relentless rain; Belgium in February could not have looked more bleak. Frankie, slumped in her chilly carriage, stared out across the railway tracks and resolved in her heart that, if she moved on, it would be to a warmer climate. Her chilblains throbbed and her muscles ached; her throat felt decidedly scratchy. Normally she would have used the truck but, at least till they fixed the fan belt, she was going to have to do without it on these monthly expeditions.

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