Dead Famous

DAY FOURTEEN. 10.46 p.m.

“Walking out would be very foolish. You would be sacrificing the chance of winning the half-million-pound prize,” Peeping Tom said, and Sam put every ounce of her ability to soothe into each syllable.

“I don’t care,” David said. “Like I said, I know this business. We’re just a bunch of stooges to Woggle’s funny man. I came in here to get the chance to show the world who I am, but you’ve turned it into a freak show, an endurance test, and I don’t want to play any more.”

“Me fookin’ neither,” said Moon.

There was another pause while Peeping Tom considered a reply. “Give us two days,” the soothing voice said finally. “He’ll be out.”

“Two days?” David replied. “Don’t lie to me. There isn’t another eviction for a week.”

“Give us two days,” Peeping Tom repeated.