take Prudenceâs advice. It required me to push my way past the exit to the front car, but at least I wouldnât risk getting off and being left behind.
Unfortunately, I wasnât the only one in search of libations. In fact, the line for the lone bartender was past Boyce/Boucâs espresso bar and out onto the platform. This seemed a problem in light of both Prudenceâs warning and the âAll aboard!â that somebody was shouting.
As I moved to the end of the line, a crack of thunder echoed. âThat bitch would have left me here in the rain,â I muttered under my breath.
âIâm sorry?â Markus/MacQueen stood on the platform.
âI just said âthe ⦠weatherâs a bitch.ââ
âSure you did.â With a grin he stepped back and waved for me to get in line in front of him.
âThank you, but thereâs no need. Iâll just get a coffee for now.â
âAll aboard!â again.
I beckoned. âWeâd better get on before the train starts to move.â
âYou think the bitch will leave us in the rain?â Markus flashed me a grin.
I smiled sheepishly as he and I both part pushed and part edged our way into the train vestibule.
With multiple apologies and explanations, I continued on, bypassing the queue for the bar to get to the espresso station where there was no line at all.
I hesitated, not sure how welcome Iâd be given our earlier conversation, but Boyce greeted me like an old friend â a sure sign he was bored. âIâm afraid itâs going to be a long night. Peteâs doing gangbuster business, though. Iâm thinking I should give him a hand rather than standing here twiddling my thumbs.â
âPete is the bartender?â I asked, taking in the dark blue uniform the good-looking young man was wearing.
âNot really, but thatâs what Missy is calling him. Heâs also the conductor.â
âWhat?â I didnât get it.
Boyce laughed. âMissy needed a bartender who could play âPierre Michel,â conductor of the Orient Express. Tomorrow, Pete/Pierre Michel goes back to being Brandon, a server at the Olive Garden.â
Pete, it was. âDo you want to help him while I staff the coffee bar for you?â
âI think I will, but thereâs no need for you to stay. If somebody does show up, I can always slide over and handle it.â
Old friend, perhaps, but this man had no intention of letting me get near his equipment.
Which was fine, I reminded myself. This was my vacation, after all. âIâm sure thereâll be a stampede for coffee once the cake is cut.â
âThatâs not going to be until after the program,â Boyce said. âIn the meantime, can I get you liquored up on an espresso martini and you can show these people what theyâre missing?â
âGladly. And better make it a double.â
âYes, maâam. Double espresso or double vodka?â
âBoth, please,â I said as Boyce tipped the espresso shot into the plastic martini glass. âDo you know what kind of program is planned? Are we going to get clues and skulk around questioning suspects?â
A shake of the head. âIâm not sure how elaborate itâs going to be,â Boyce said, adding the clear alcohol. âMissy told me her boss was willing to go along with the theme, but pointed out that the majority of the people â who are repeat attendees â would want to have a drink and catch up with each other on the first night.â
âWell, sheâs certainly right about the drink part,â I said as the train lurched away from the station. I was relieved to see that, though the exit door was still open, nobody was marooned on the platform. âLetâs hope the engineer goes slowly enough that we donât lose anyone.â
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