Harry threw his napkin onto his plate and I watched some of the blood from the meat soak into it. He pushed his chair back from the table and left the dining car without saying a word to anyone. I glanced at Zoe, who drank the last of her wine in one quick gulp and stood up. “Excuse me,” she said, “but I think I’ll go to bed now. Thank you for dinner, it was very interesting.” Then like the others, she was bolting through the dining car door. “And then there were three,” Drake smiled at me and the doctor. “I guess,” I said, wondering if I had caused the scene by doing the whole holy water thing. Setting his glass down, Drake looked across the table at me, and the candlelight flickered in his eyes. “You’re not like the others,” he said. “How come?” I asked him. “They seem to be so…how can I explain,”
