Beatrice
"I'm going to kill him," Rock announces.
"No, I'm going to kill him," Cole insists.
"Neither of you is going to kill him," I say.
"Good, then I get to kill him," Bessie says.
Everyone wants to kill him, but since I just got married, I don't want my husband to wind up in jail for murder. "No one's going to kill him," I say. "He's unconscious anyway."
We're a big group, and we're filling the small dive bar in Bora Bora. We've been searching for the mystery pilot, who supposedly flew Rosalind here, for about a week, and we've finally found him at the bottom of a tequila bottle. His head is on the table, and he's snoring.
"Let's waterboard him!" Bessie yells.
"Good idea!" Lillian chimes in excitedly.
"I don't think water is going to do anything," Olivia says. "He's sloshed. H
