Everyone’s first thought was that there had finally been an accident with the gas. David stared up from the expensively tiled floor, fumes issuing from his hair, his body still twitching. Sandra knelt and felt for a pulse. She turned to the others and shook her head. “He’s dead,” she said simply. “Oh, no!” Verna cried. Just then, a strangled cackling caught everyone’s ears. They all turned. Sami Lee stood in the doorway peering in. The sound came from her throat, as though she found the scene funny, but the crazed look in her eyes said her response was from shock rather than amusement. Max put an arm over her shoulder. “It’s all right,” he said reassuringly, leading her out of the room. “It’s all right, hon. We’ll get off this island as soon as we can. We’ll get far away from here.” Spike peered cautiously behind the fridge. Sparks fizzed and flew from the receptacle.
