Those inky sleuths presenting their solutions to vast casts of suspects in train cars and hotel suites, fanning out their clues like playing cards—were their nerves in flames, too? Sebastian watches her. You’re in a psychological thriller . . . Where the clues almost ineluctably lead you someplace you don’t want to go. No. She wants to go there. Solve the final problem, bring down the curtain. End the story.
