Whodunit?

[Caspin]

"Well, this is a pickle," said Caspin, laughing nervously as she stared wide-eyed at the bullet holes. "We need to get the authorities here," said Minty, "if the phone lines have been cut then we're going to need to find some other way to contact the police - perhaps we'll have to walk to the nearest town."

Ollie frowned at a framed map hanging on the wall behind the reception desk. "Wait... the airport is marked here," he said, pointing to a little dot, "but where is this resort?" They all peered at the map but there was no sign of the resort.

"This is too creepy," said Caspin, "we need to get out of here.... wherever here is." They set off along the road leading out the resort, retracing the path that the bus had taken.

"It's just an island, after all," said Minty in what sounded like an overly jovial tone, "can't be all that far until we find someone!"

And so they walked.... and walked.... and walked. The sun sank into the sea and they walked on. Until in the distance they saw a group of low buildings. "Thank goodness," Caspin exclaimed. "Er, no," said Ollie. "Those are our beach huts - and there's the reception building!"