And there was Pedro, the amazing chef who could whip up a feast from a can of dog food and an onion. They both waved. Amantha immediately relaxed. She wasn't sure how he pulled this off, but at least she felt certain he wasn't a serial killer. On the table sat a silver bucket filled with ice and a chilling bottle of pouilly fousse, Amanthas favorite wine. She and Desmond had shared so many bottles here. On nights exactly like this one