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  1. Cover
  2. PART ONE The Preparations for the Party
  3. Claudine
  4. Zara
  5. Henry
  6. Zara
  7. Zara
  8. Claudine
  9. Henry
  10. Zara
  11. Claudine
  12. Henry
  13. Zara
  14. Claudine
  15. Henry
  16. PART TWO The Affair
  17. Claudine
  18. Henry
  19. Claudine
  20. Henry
  21. Claudine
  22. Henry
  23. PART THREE The Game
  24. Zara
  25. Claudine
  26. Henry
  27. Zara
  28. Claudine
  29. Zara
  30. Henry
  31. PART FOUR The Murders
  32. Claudine
  33. Henry
  34. Claudine
  35. Henry
  36. Claudine
  37. Henry
  38. PART FIVE The Process of Elimination
  39. Claudine
  40. Henry
  41. Henry
  42. Zara
  43. Zara
  44. Claudine
  45. Henry
  46. Claudine
  47. Zara
  48. Claudine
  49. Henry
  50. Claudine
  51. Henry
  52. Claudine
  53. Henry
  54. Claudine
  55. Zara
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

We also had a conversation about whether or not Claudine should be tied up. That one was much shorter. We agreed it was a smart move. It felt like there was a real chance she would wake up and somehow manage to take us all out. So Captain Tiggleman used some salvaged ribbon to tie her hands and feet in what he called a bowline knot. I’m pretty sure it was the ribbon from Henry’s gift. Somewhere in the mix Rashida had opened a set of three rare broken tulip bulbs. They weren’t broken-broken, that’s just the name of them. Jules told us they were his favorite. The broken kind bloomed in multicolored patterns, their beauty the result of a virus. During their brief life they are beautiful but sick and die early. For a while I couldn’t figure out which Claudine’s was, but after Steve stole my tickets from Kevin, he’d ended up with her gift. It was fitting. Six runs heli-skiing in the Elk Mountains. People were saying it wasn’t even legal, but somehow she’d arranged it. There’s no way Kevin’s doing a chopper drop. My guess is it went to waste.

The police showed up at the same time as the paramedics. They took statements from all of us. It was surreal. Then, soon everyone started to leave. I stuck around. I still wanted to give Thomas my number, and the police kept him the longest. I was there when he showed them the letter from his mom and explained about the statue. Once again the cops bagged it as evidence. I asked them if I could have it back when they were done with it. They said they’d let me know. It’s been six months and I haven’t heard anything. Looks like they’re being extra cautious after hearing how easily Thomas’s mom got it back.