We were standing on a floating crime scene in the middle of a tempest, with a dead man who refused to stay lost. I looked out at the black horizon. Somewhere out there, in the dark, I knew there was another boat. And they were likely listening for us.
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"He didn't wash out here," I said, the chill of the realization settling deeper than the rain. "We dragged him. Look at the net." We were standing on a floating crime scene
"Cap!" I shouted over the wind, though he was already watching the depth finder turn into a chaotic jagged line. "We’re snagged heavy." And they were likely listening for us
We maneuvered the net over the deck. The smell hit us before the body even touched the planks—not the rot of decomposition, which the cold had arrested, but the smell of the deep. Brine, sulfur, and a metallic tang like old blood.