Train Guy and I were in different carriages the next day. I must admit after my experience the day before I was glad to be separated.

He hadn't seen me. I sat on the same side of the train as him so the bulkhead hid me.

Stan got on at his usual stop. I expected him to go into the same carriage as Train Guy but he sat across the aisle and stared at me. My heart raced. I concentrated on the scenery outside the window because I didn't want to meet his gaze.

After a few stops, Train Guy got off with a man I hadn't seen before. As they made their way through the crowd on the platform, the stranger attempted to run. Train Guy grabbed him by the back of the shirt and spun him around.

I sat higher to get a better view. Train Guy seized the guy's throat and forced him against the wall. The man held his hands in surrender, terrified. Stan's words from the day before came to mind. This must be Carson and Train Guy was, "taking care of him". I glanced at Stan. He watched the scene with a satisfied sneer on his face. He looked towards me. I turned away and dug in my bag for a pretend item. Sinister thoughts came to mind. Was Train Guy a drug-dealing hitman? Whatever he was it wasn't good.

The next day when I walked past him, I noticed a small cut on his cheek. We glanced at each other and though there were vacant seats near him I found one further away. He stared at me, grinned and shook his head.

Friday's train was packed. It amazes me why this happens now and then. Weeks can go by and it'll be easy to find a seat. At other times you can't find one. Businesses must encourage their employees to use public transport in the same weeks and then the novelty wears off.

I sat beside an old man and noticed Train Guy through the crowd. He held onto one of the handles that hung from the roof. He didn't look my way. The brunette sat near him. I ground my teeth and thought the bitch could have him. I was sure he was trouble anyway.

*

I went out with my friends that night. Belinda is different to Macy. She's a cross between Macy and me. Macy is the outgoing one. I'm the shy one regarding guys and Belinda's somewhere in between. She'll go home with a guy if she really... likes him. Macy goes home with anyone and I don't ever. Uh...uh...not me. I'm the prude. It's become a joke with us.

Belinda has beautiful thick brown wavy hair that hangs to her waist and the warmest chocolate eyes I've ever seen. She's one of those people who have it all. Her skin is a milky coffee colour that doesn't get pimples or burns and she has a great athletic figure, with breasts, if you get what I mean. Some athletic girls don't have breasts. To top it off she doesn't have to exercise to stay slim. Don't you hate that?

We were at Freddy's, our favourite nightclub, I told them about Train Guy. After I finished, they agreed he and Stan must be dealing in drugs.

Macy suggested Train Guy was the right-hand man of some drug lord and if I wanted to stay alive, I should keep clear. "You never know," she said. "You might witness something that could cause them to kill you."

Belinda and I both laughed.

"Which movie did you get that from?" Belinda said.

Macy looked indignant. "It happens...more than you know. Don't you remember that family who was killed in Sydney because of some small connection to a cousin or someone involved in crime?"

"What the hell, Macy, she's just riding the train and doesn't even speak to him."

"Hey, Macy how did it go with Percy last weekend?" I chirped to change the subject. Macy and Belinda often come to blows when their ideas vary.

"He's so funny, Jazz. Did you know he's studying to be an accountant?"

My distraction worked. "Yeah, but did you hook him up with your friend?"

"Yes." She sipped her drink and then pointed her straw at me. "They have a date planned this weekend."

Belinda gave us a curious look. I let Macy tell her the story while I went to the loo. As I peed, I thought about what Macy had said. People did get killed for being unknowing witnesses.

By the end of the night, all was forgotten. I went home pissed, vomited in the toilet and sat in the shower. Then I crawled into bed knowing how bad I'd feel in the morning. It takes me two days to get over a heavy night out.

Train Guy doesn't seem innocent to me.

Do you think Macy could be right, and Jasmine could be in danger?

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