We’ve just been invited to an eccentric billionaire’s island home, and you know what that means: vacation time! Grab your trunks, your sunscreen, and ninety-nine bottles of beer to be appended to the wall and distributed communally one by one over the course of the trip because we are paradise bound! We’ll probably be drunk by the time we get there because that’s a lot of alcohol, but, after a greasy burger sees to your hangover, you should get out there and enjoy the island’s amenities! Gaze in wonder at the Bond villain-esque architecture (get it? ‘Cuz Daniel Craig? James Bond? Is this thing on?), laugh along with the eclectic collection of narcissists and jerkwads that have joined us on this heavenly retreat and . . . gasp! What’s that? Someone’s been murdered? Heavens to Betsy, someone call Colonel Sanders’ third cousin because this is a job  ...