I looked down at my sheet where a large number four appeared in the upper left corner. "I'm four. How about you?" I asked of Alex.
"I'm three. I guess we get to stay together."
"That's good. I'd hate to be alone in all this, that is unless you're the killer."
She laughed. "I don't feel like a killer. I wasn't a killer when I came in here tonight." Her grin was endearing.
"Me either, so I guess we're safe with each other."
"I wouldn't count Conner out though. He's always seemed shady to me," she said.
The dining room was a large room with giant French doors that opened out onto a deck overlooking the lake. In the middle of the room was a huge dining table, much like a conference table, with a white tablecloth and some small items in the middle, butter dishes, and condiments. Alex and
