Archie’s entire body tensed, his muscles coiled, ready to throw himself at Razor Burn. In that instant, his wound didn’t hurt at all. Out of the corner of Archie’s eye, he saw Cooper step forward from the wall.

The smile on Jack’s face had finally faded. “Easy,” he cautioned Razor Burn.

Archie heard another magazine page turn. “Did you know that Christie Brinkley remodeled her home in the Hamptons?” Karim called from the couch.

Razor Burn looked confused. Susan exhaled dramatically and crossed her arms. “I’ve had a really bad day,” she said to Jack. “Your party sucked. I think my boyfriend and I are breaking up. I got taken hostage by a serial killer. I have spiders in my hair. And you’re being a pigheaded asshole. I’m telling you,” she added, with a glance over her shoulder at Razor Burn, “if someone points a gun at me again, or threatens me in any way, I’m going to lose it.”

Archie couldn’t help but smile. She was something else. Jack raised his eyebrows at Archie. Archie shrugged. Jack turned back to Susan. “A pigheaded asshole?” he said.

“Think about it, Jack,” Archie said, seeing his opportunity. “Gretchen was here Saturday night. Why is it so hard to believe she’d come back?”

Jack frowned. He pulled at one of his earlobes. Then his eyes moved uncertainly to Cooper.

“We didn’t see anyone else down there,” Cooper said.

“She must have heard you coming and run down the opposite hall,” Archie said.

Cooper frowned. “It’s a labyrinth,” he said to Jack. “There are tunnels no one’s been down since the thirties.”

Cooper had opened a door. Jack pulled at his ear some more, thinking.

Archie heard the magazine snap shut and looked around at Karim, who had stood up from the couch. Karim walked over to Archie and Susan and extended the Town & Country between them. “Would you like some reading material?” he asked.

“I’ve read it,” Susan said.

Karim turned to Archie.

“No, thanks,” Archie said.

“Well, then, since we won’t be enjoying magazines, may I ask you a question?”

Jack looked on with interest.

Archie had a bad feeling about where this was headed.

Karim went for his jacket pocket. At first Archie thought he was going for his gun. The pocket of his gray suit was cut deep—custom—large enough to stow a couple of 45s if you didn’t mind what the bulge did to the cut of the suit. But instead Karim withdrew some sort of camera. He held it between Susan and Archie. “What’s this, then?” Karim asked.

Archie glanced at Susan. Her eyes were on the device.

The camera was the size of a pool ball and mounted on what looked like a pedal with an antenna on it. “I have no idea,” Archie answered.

“It’s a webcam,” Susan said quietly.