My breath hitched. "What do you mean, go downstairs?"
"Dexter's waiting for us down there," Carol said cheerfully.
My fingers tingled, and I hesitated before speaking, "We need to go downstairs fast." Perhaps Dexter was really on the first floor.
That lunatic didn't want Dexter involved. He wanted us to turn against each other.
"Dexter's definitely the mastermind," some muttered. They were all banding together against him.
Now that someone had died, their fear was maxed out, stirring up their survival instincts and deepest malice.
"We gotta find him and deal with him, or we're done for," Howard muttered quietly. While a few others whispered among themselves, scheming away.
"That annoying voice hasn't shown up. Let's use the time we've got to find a way out, to the next floor," Howard, being clever, instructed a couple of his group to look for a way out. "Who knows what crazy stuff that lunatic might pull next."
