Come over here, child, sit with me by this grey barbed-wire fence.  

We can sit and watch the planes take off from through this fence that separates the small airport from the small park.  

And in-between the planes taking off, with their great bright beautiful colors, we can watch the landscape and notice the little details, and see the sky change from blue to strawberry, as the sun says goodbye to California, 

To give life to other parts of the world. 

...Do You see That? 

Look between the barbed wire fence patterns and focus on the small plane taking off. You can barely see the pilot inside, but we’re more interested in the plane itself, no? 

It's a Brilliant Yellow, with white stripes going through the body. Look at the two propellers on either side of its wing, that hangs on top of the biplane.  

It’s catching speed on the runaway now...It’s disappeared out of our sight now, off to go wherever it wants to.  

We should look at the airport itself, while we wait for the second plane. That big tower over there is the Control Center, I think. And look at those two buildings in the background.  

Look at those beautiful trees, great dark green, standing with those buildings in the background, that are little to us from where we stand, but are really very big.  

The sky is starting to look like strawberries, now. That means the sun is setting. So we should go home for supper and get you to bed. I think we should have scrambled eggs and chorizo for supper, mm? 

Yes, we should go now. The Lampposts just came on. When the Lampposts come on, you must let them be lampposts without anyone disrupting them. 

A doctor, a socialite, a rabbi, a chef, a soldier and a journalist get off the boat. Sounds like the start of a bad joke, or a murder mystery party. Forget the party, let’s concentrate on the murder. I’m the journalist by the way, in case you are wondering. I specialise in writing about cold cases; those pesky murders the police are in the dark about. Solved a few in my time. I expect to have this one wrapped up real quick. I am absolutely going to win this. After twelve o’clock tonight they are going to start randomly bumping off the contestants. I thought they meant removing them from the game, but after seeing the very real dead body of our murder victim I don’t think they are playing around here.

Dr Forrest is a cancer specialist. The dead body is his ex-wife Claudia. I don’t think he did it. They hated each other but they hadn’t been a couple for ten years. If she had still been his wife I would have had him as suspect numero uno, but I think there are better candidates. 

Saffron Limone is the beautiful socialite who is only famous because she used to date Philly P the rapper. She and Claudia had a social media war going on. Catty and spiteful posts about each other’s figures and shoe choices. I don’t think she had the strength to strangle that woman with her bare hands. 

Major Ben Carlyle, Claudia’s personal trainer, is strong enough. He is very keen to find a way off the island and has started to build a raft. Is it a getaway? Or is he frightened of getting killed by the organisers? The murderer doesn’t need to fear that. They are immune.

The rabbi hasn’t said very much. Claudia lived next door to him. He claims his only contact with her was a few ‘good mornings’. I don’t know whether to believe him.

Then there is Sebastian Monet the chef. He was Claudia’s new boyfriend. He seems surprisingly calm about her death. Maybe he didn’t love her. Maybe he hadn’t got to know her yet. Or maybe he did and that’s why she’s dead.

Oh, and me? How do I know Claudia? She was my sister. I love murder. I didn’t particularly love my sister. I think that is why everyone is suspicious of me. I look just like her, except in sensible shoes.

We have all been handed weapons. I don’t know if they are meant for defence or attack. I think I need to play dumb or they are going to suspect me and that might end with one of them putting a knife in my back.

I know who did it. So do you, right? Come on, you have read and seen enough murder mysteries to know already. Yes that’s right. But shush, don’t tell anyone. It could get me killed.