No Hiding Behind The Potted Palms! A Dance With Danger Mystery #7 - Plot & Excerpts
A Dance with Danger Mystery #7 @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Three -- “Maybe I could eat a little something,” I agreed. I leaned on Robert’s arm as the train jiggled over a bumpy stretch of tracks. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Have many people been robbed on the auto train?” “Miss, I’ve been working this route for almost ten years. The only episode I can remember was the time the lady with Parkinson’s supposedly opened the window and fell out. And if you ask me, that wasn’t what happened. I still think it wasn’t an accident. Was it murder or suicide? I don’t know, but people just don’t fall out of a train window.” He looked at me sincerely, no doubt thinking that the story was reassuring. If anything, he had just guaranteed I would spend a sleepless night. The only thing missing from this trip was an exotic locale and a domesticated version of Hercule Poirot. Welcome to “Murder on the Amtrak Express”.
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