“Who the hell is dead?”

“I—I don’t understand,” Anna said faintly. “What’s going on? Why is everybody up? Have you filled out your breakfast orders?”

“Screw breakfast,” Todd said. “We’ve sort of had a few other things on our mind tonight while you were slumming in town.”

“I wasn’t—”

“One of the guests killed somebody,” Corinne explained. “We don’t know who, because with you being alive, everyone’s accounted for.”

“But—but—who—?”

“Whom,” Jana corrected loftily.

“Shut up, Punky Brewster,” Todd ordered.

“Dana Gunn killed someone, then confessed and barricaded herself in her room,” Caro said. “Before she did that, she conked Turner over the head and wrecked the boat so we couldn’t get the body. Which is weird in itself…she confessed to murder but she won’t tell us who she offed? What, like she’s embarrassed? Don’t you guys think that’s weird?”

“This whole awful night is weird,” Lynn said.

“Dana…Dana killed…?” Anna rubbed her temples, as if a sudden, throbbing headache had appeared. Which, for all Caro knew, it had. “I don’t understand…and you thought I was…?”

“Well, you were the only one we couldn’t find,” Jana said peevishly. “Thanks tons for disappearing, by the way.”

“I don’t believe it,” Anna muttered, still rubbing. “I just don’t believe it.”

“Believe it, sis,” Todd said, exhaling a cloud of smoke and looking not unlike a sulky blond dragon. “But you turning up begs the question…and stop me if you’ve heard this before, but who’d she kill?”

“Whom did she kill,” Jana corrected.

“And why?” Caro asked, ignoring the teen. “I still want to know why.”

“If you knew why she killed, you’d probably know who,” Corinne pointed out.

“This is decidedly freaky,” Turner commented. “Now what do we do?”

“The storm must be letting up,” Grant said. “If Anna was able to get back.”

Corinne frowned. “Anybody try their cell phone lately?”

“Why do you think I was stranded?” Anna snapped. “My cell wasn’t working, among other things.”

“All right, all right, don’t foam at the mouth. I suggest we all go back to what we were doing—”

“Insatiable,” Grant murmured.

“Works for me,” Caro said cheerfully.

“—and we’ll get together again when the police are here.”

“That sounds all right,” Lynn said tentatively.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve got a lot of choice. You’ll all have to give statements, anyway.”

“But I’ve got breakfast to get on with,” Anna protested.

Corinne gave her a look, and the redhead subsided.