Suddenly there was pandemonium around her. A station security guard chased after the person who’d pushed Keira and tackled him to the floor. He was joined shortly by a police officer and a dog.

Keira hurried past. It all just felt very tense here in Naples, like everyone was waiting for the next disaster to strike. Tackling a guy to the ground for not having a ticket seemed kind of heavy-handed to her.

She hurried along the platform and boarded the train, feeling relieved by the comparative safety it afforded her. Her heart was racing, she discovered, probably from adrenaline. But there was also a sense of accomplishment there, a pride at having succeeded more or less on her own.

There was an announcement over the speaker in Italian that went by too quickly for Keira to translate on her app, but she heard the key word Amalfi, and that was enough to satisfy her.

The train pulled out of the station.

“Goodbye, Naples,” Keira said, waving at the view of the grimy backstreets. “Goodbye and good riddance.”

It seemed that the further they went from Naples, the better the view became. It opened up, encompassing the whole city. Remarkably, it actually looked pretty nice from a distance. Keira thought it was a shame she hadn’t had the chance to experience the city in a more pleasant way or learn what it really had to offer. Perhaps if she’d had a proper tour guide from a decent company she’d have been shown some decent locations. Antonio had clearly just been after a quick buck. She felt bad for Elliot for getting scammed when he was clearly under immense stress right now.

But her worry for Elliot quickly turned to worry for herself. He’d made it quite clear that a lot was resting on her shoulders. This article held the fate of Viatorum in its power. It was a lot of responsibility for Keira, and a hell of a lot of pressure when she was already feeling below par.

She took her laptop out of her case and opened up a blank document. The interviews from yesterday were utterly useless so she hadn’t even bothered typing any of them up. Plus she’d been exhausted on her return to the hotel, had then been forced to part with a lot of change in order to use the shower, and also hadn’t even had a chance to eat. So really, this was her first opportunity to write and she ought not to beat herself up too much.

She stared at the blank page, at the blinking black line on the screen that seemed to be willing her to type. Nothing came to her mind. Nothing at all.

You’re already too stressed, she told herself.

Instead, she sat back, trying to relax and take in the sight of the beautiful Italian countryside that had opened up around her. Everything would be different in the next location, she hoped. The words would flow out of her.