Gavin expected fear.
Instead, Loyce’s mouth curved—just a little—into something contemptuous.
“Go ahead,” she said, swinging her legs idly from the edge of the pool table. “Press it.”
“I really planted bombs!” Gavin couldn’t process her calm. His finger hovered over the button, frantic. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll do it! We all die!”
Sapphire looked ready to collapse. Even the pirates flinched at his mania—until they noticed Ms. X actually smiling.
Loyce hopped down in one smooth motion, snatched the remote from Gavin’s hand, and turned it over as if examining a TV clicker. “This one?”
Before he could answer, she pressed the red button.
Gavin squeezed his eyes shut and rasped, “No—!”
Everyone’s throat tightened.
Nothing happened. Only wind and waves.
Buck stared at another pirate, then barked a laugh. “Ha! Why didn’t the freak’s bomb go off?”
“Maybe somebody already disarmed it.”
Loyce placed the remote back into Gavin’s trembling hand like she was returning a lost item. Her voice softened almost kindly. “Looks like it’s broken.”
The pirates’ laughter was rough and heavy, like a blunt blade sawing through what little pride Gavin had left. He clutched the cold plastic, shaking hard enough to rattle. “Broken…? No. No, that’s not possible…”
Loyce stood in front of him, looking down, her expression carved from ice. She leaned closer, voice gentle the way you’d soothe a frightened child. “Okay. Game’s over. Now you’re going to die.”
They tied Gavin to a support post in the game room. Buck forced out where the negatives were stored—on a laptop Gavin kept with him.

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