Ray ran a hand over his face. He couldn't recall any outstanding missing person reports that hadn't been explained by the usual disappearance procedure on the island.

He groaned and dropped his hand, scooting over to the edge of the bed. The thing about Ray was that he liked to whine about things. Just yesterday he'd been complaining about the lack of crime. Today he'd complain about the existence of it.

"Jesus." He padded around without much purpose, looking for his clothes. "What're the chances that whoever is in there, your sister did it?" Who else would dump the body in their hot tub?