Martha and Burt sat side by side on a flawlessly white sofa, huddled over an iPad featuring the Mrozeks’ digital memories. “The Assisi dinner.” Jolynn stood behind the couple, pointing between their heads to a group shot. “Right when we got our main courses. Look, you can see Frank’s pigeon.” The picture, taken by a waiter, showed the full length of the wooden table—Amy and the six captains, all pink-eyed and smiling. Jolynn chuckled. “That was the same night Georgina got her brainstorm,” Burt said. “Remember? We were all upset because we thought she’d solved the game. Of course she hadn’t. How did the Dodos finish? Third? Fourth?” “We would have finished first if you’d listened to me,” said Holly Baker. “I told you it was Dodo from the start.” “No, you didn’t,” said Martha calmly and forcefully. “For the first week, you told everyone the killer had to be Bitsy. That’s because I was Bitsy.” Her tolerance of the younger generation had diminished noticeably since their return.
