nods. ‘Of course. But I’m afraid that won’t be possible until the weekend, after the party.’
‘What?’ Cariss exclaims with one of her trademark pouts. ‘Why not?’
Lola looks up at the house. I follow her gaze and I’m sure I see a shadow flit across one of the windows.
‘Ruby doesn’t have a boat,’ Lola explains quietly. ‘That was the whole point of her coming here – to be completely cut off from the outside world. The only time there’s a boat here is when guests come to stay.’
Cariss frowns.‘How does she arrange for guests to come to stay if she’s totally cut off ?’
‘She pre-arranges it with her friend Carlos. He brings them over on set dates.’
‘But what if there’s an emergency?’ Cariss says.‘What if she needed to get off the island?’
Lola shrugs. ‘It’s the way she likes it.’
Michael mutters something under his breath and Lola shoots him a death stare.
Jenna turns to me. ‘You said that you guys sailed here. Couldn’t we use the boat that you found?’
I shake my head.‘That’s what we’d been planning to do, but it isn’t big enough for all of us.’
‘Well, maybe some of us could go first and send for help,’ Cariss says.
‘What, like before?’ Dan glares at her. ‘I don’t think so. Next time we leave, we all leave together.’
‘Will the boat that’s bringing the guests be big enough to take us all back as well?’ I say. Everyone looks at Lola anxiously.
Lola nods. ‘Oh yes. Carlos’s boat is more than big enough, isn’t it, Michael?’
Michael nods grudgingly.
‘Ruby’s friend Carlos brings her guests over from the mainland,’ Lola explains.
‘The mainland?’ the Flea says.
Lola nods.
‘What is this mainland?’ Cruz asks immediately.
Lola laughs. ‘Costa Rica of course.’
‘Costa Rica?’ Cruz looks shell-shocked.
Seeing his expression, Lola frowns. ‘Yes, I –’
‘How far are we from Costa Rica?’ Cruz cuts in.
We all stare at Lola. ‘I don’t know exactly.’ She looks at Michael. ‘How far would you say, Michael?’
Michael shrugs. ‘Don’t know. It took us a few hours to get here.’
I glance at Cruz. He looks like someone who just got told the moon is actually made of cheese. I guess he must be shocked that Ile de Sang is so close to his home.
‘We may as well just wait a few more days then,’ the Flea says, plating up another pancake.
I take a moment to try and process this latest development. Finding the retreat, only to find that we’re still trapped on the island is filling me with unease – especially given what’s happened to Ron and to Belle. Pressure starts building in my head. Instead of escaping from Hortense, I can’t help feeling that her net is tightening.
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