Victor Sawyer asked urgently, "Mom, what do we do now? Do we call the police, pretend we came over to Auntie's and found she died from gas poisoning?"
"No." Tina Archer shook her head, a calculating glint in her eye. "We're not calling the police. We should call an ambulance."
"Why?" Victor Sawyer looked confused. "But isn't Auntie already dead?"
Tina Archer stared down at Danielle Archer. "She's dead, yes. But if we call the police and they discover we tampered with the gas line during their investigation, we'll have lost everything for nothing, won't we?"
"Oh, right!" Victor Sawyer slapped his forehead. "Why didn't I think of that!"
Tina Archer said disdainfully, "You take after your father—you're an idiot. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been tricked into gambling and racking up a mountain of debt!"
Victor Sawyer pouted but didn't dare to argue.
