One murder, three dead friends, three different modus operandi - the case is closed.
Three years later, the ambitious journalist Joycelyn Riley takes on the case of her life, travels to the former crime scene and follows the murderer's trail.
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"There it comes!" I straightened up and almost slumped back onto the bench. That had clearly been too fast. As the flickering in front of my eyes slowly disappeared again, the train pulled into the station at a leisurely pace and people rose to board. I had definitely eaten too little this morning. But who could eat a lot when you're travelling alone with friends to another country for the first time in a few hours?
"Hurry up!" With a look of excitement, Alex headed for our carriage and Mason and I hurried to catch up. It was a mad scramble as we boarded, with people everywhere trying to get to their seats with bulky suitcases. Alex had the tickets on his mobile phone and walked purposefully through the carriage with us in tow.
"Over there." He pointed to a four-seater with a table. A woman, I guessed her to be in her mid-thirties, was already sitting in a seat by the window. Her face was covered in freckles and she made a friendly impression.
"Wait, I'll help." Alex took my suitcase from me and placed it on the shelf above the seats for me.
"Thank you." I smiled at him and sat down in my seat next to the woman. Mason made himself comfortable across from her and Alex next to him. He greeted her warmly and started small talk while I sent a quick message to my sister and mum to let them know we catched the train.
"What are you doing?" A loud voice caught our attention and I raised my eyes. Four steps away, in the first class compartment, there was a traffic jam. An older woman, who was sitting there with a friend, looked up angrily at a young black woman. She was holding her suitcase in one hand and a nine-year-old boy, probably her son, in the other.
"You can't do that, can't you watch out?" The woman shook her head indignantly, causing her gold earrings to swing back and forth. "There are people sitting here!"
"Sorry," said the woman, raising her hands in defence. "He overlooked your suitcase."
"No wonder, with that chap running around like that." Grumbling, she turned away. "The customs here aren't like in your country!"
I widened my eyes and looked at Alex, who was also looking at me in shock and a little amused. "My goodness."
Mason shook his head and stifled a grin. "We're going to have fun with her." He had a point. For the next few hours, I kept glancing at the two ladies. As the door leading to the first class compartment was open most of the time, you could hear the conversations quite clearly. The earring woman, who had also made the comment at the beginning, complained about it to her friend for the first half hour, telling the whole story again, even though she had been sitting there the whole time.
Alex had to stifle his laughter several times and buried his face in a BILD newspaper he had bought at the railway station. Out of boredom - don't ask.
Then the two ladies disappeared and didn't come back. Not again for a long time. We passed two stops and the train filled up more and more. "Three, two, one!" Alex pressed the play button on his mobile phone, exactly two seconds after me.
