were in the Everglades, nobody would be able to appreciate the legend on the banner. And I didnât think the alligators and pythons â whether they were Burmese or African rock â would need help identifying us as boxed-car lunches. Or dinners, adjusting for the time of day.
âI have to take tickets,â Missy was saying through the open window, âand hand these out.â
She held up a playbill, sepia-toned, so as to seem older. âSee? The cast of characters is on this side and,â flipping it, âhereâs the diagram of the train.â
I took the playbill through the window. âVery clever. If I remember right, the book had a diagram, too.â
âCorrect. Iâm not sure how readers could have kept the plot straight without a cheat sheet. Our diagram shows this little train, of course, not Christieâs Orient Express. Iâve put âMurder on the Orient Espressoâ here, see? I think the playbill will make a nice keepsake, donât you?â
âI do,â I said honestly. Missy had pulled out all the stops to make tonight a success. I hoped, for her sake, people took notice. I offered the playbill back to her.
âNo, no â you can have the very first one.â
âThank you.â I smiled and tucked the souvenir in my non-python skin handbag. For the first time in a long while, I had a hankering to do events again. Even if youâre not on Broadway, opening night of anything presented to the public is a rush. âBut can I help you with the tickets and all?â
âOh, no, Iâll be fine.â Missy said, waving me off. âBut thank you so much and please â after you close this window â do mingle and enjoy yourself. These are fun people. And, who knows? Maybe by the end of the weekend youâll decide to kill someone.â
My face must have betrayed my thought.
Missy Hudson giggled, suddenly realizing. âFictionally, of course!â
SEVEN
M aking my way up to the front of the train, I found Pavlik already in the dining car, sitting in one of the C-shaped booths. Zoe, naturally, was butt-to-buns next to him.
âJoin us,â he said, waving me to slide in on his other side.
I was about to when I noticed that they both had drinks in front of them. âWait, whereâd you get the wine?â
âThereâs a bar next door to the station,â Pavlik said. âIâm sorry â did you want a glass?â
Did I want a glass of wine? Exactly how long had this man known me?
âNot a problem,â I fibbed. âDo I still have time to hop off and get myself one?â
âCertainly,â Zoe said, before turning back to Pavlik and ignoring me. âThatâs fascinating. As county sheriffââ
I didnât bother to hear more, despite my fascination with her sucking up. Instead I tried to thread my way to the nearest exit through the gaggle of people still boarding.
âYouâre not helping things, swimming against the tide like that,â Princess Dragomiroff, aka Prudence said. She was pushing up the bracelets on her sleeves like she wanted to sock someone. I hoped it wasnât me.
âIâm sorry.â I gave up and allowed myself to go with the flow. âI just wanted to jump off and grab a glass of wine before we leave.â
âI wouldnât chance it if I were you,â Prudence said. âZoe told me we were leaving at precisely eight p.m. and itâs just past that now. Once they fire up this baby, anyone not onboard will be left behind.â
âBut sheâs the one who told me I had time,â I protested.
âIâll bet she did.â Prudence nodded toward the booth where Pavlik and Zoe still sat, heads together. âThe bar in the club car just opened and if I were you, Iâd get whatever crap theyâre serving and hightail it back before our host inhales that sheriff of yours alive.â
I decided to
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