‘Oh, do get lost,’ she snaps at him. ‘I know one of you has taken it.’
‘Babe, I don’t think anyone has,’ Honey reassures her.
‘Like, I’d say check our pockets, but we don’t have pockets,’ Ozzy adds. ‘But we can help you look for it…’
‘Oh, yeah, right, so whoever took it can pretend to find it?’ she replies.
I did wonder which one of us would crack up first and, yeah, I did think it would be Camilla, to be fair.
‘Okay, well, we’re all up now, so what’s the plan?’ Ozzy asks. ‘I think some of us need off this island ASAP.’
‘Right, what shall we try?’ Lockie says.
‘That building, where the hatch is…’ Ozzy starts.
‘I think it’s the old production building,’ Lockie says. ‘But there’s no one there this year, right? They said they were opening the hatch remotely.’
He knows it is.
‘I say we break in,’ Ozzy says. ‘If everything’s set up to run remote, there’ll be tech in there. Supplies. Tools. Maybe a radio.’
Lockie rubs the back of his neck. ‘I checked it yesterday. Everything’s pretty locked down,’ he replies.
‘We’ll try again, together,’ Ozzy says.
‘Breaking and entering, a plan I understand,’ Tony jokes. ‘I’m in.’
‘Can we, like, get arrested for that?’ Honey asks.
‘If the police can find us, let them,’ Tony says. ‘Then we’ll be saved.’
‘We should eat first,’ Ozzy tells us. ‘Even if it’s just fruit, everyone grab a piece from the basket.’
Tony gets there first – as usual.
‘Oh, mate, that is rank,’ he says, peering in. ‘Cor, it stinks.’
The fruit basket, the one that is supposed to keep our precious food safe, is tipped over, the contents spilled out. It’s covered in sand and bugs, it’s gone squishy under the hot sun. It is, without a doubt, ruined.
Honey claps a hand over her mouth.
‘Oh my God.’
‘Okay, that’s actually vile,’ Camilla says, not keeping eyes on it for more than a few seconds. ‘Someone needs to fix that.’
‘You can’t fix rotting food,’ Tony informs her.
‘But you can replace it,’ she tells him. ‘So chop-chop.’
‘Chop-chop?’ he blurts back to her in disbelief. ‘Chop-chop? I’m not the woman who does your bikini line.’
‘Oh, you’re vile too,’ she replies. ‘I bet the person who does mine has a nicer job than the poor person who does yours.’
Ozzy crouches beside the basket and examines the scene.
‘They’re in everything,’ he says. ‘This belongs to the bugs now. They’ve eaten half of it. Who left it open?’
We all go silent, looking each other up and down.
