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Show -115 on now. I watched them creep across the iron bridge in Adam's old black Volkswagen, Morgan competently at the wheel. When they reached the far end and disappeared behind the trees I turned back to the river. I hoped the divers wouldn't find the drowned man again, whoever he was. Not Adam, I was certain of that. Never mind Jacob's panicky explanations or Carlo's crazy leap. We are a somber family and jump to the worst conclusions every time, but if a second's clumsiness or a moment of despair could change my dad, that lean lively handsome man, into the sinister thing I had seen, there was something fundamentally wrong with the world. On the other side of the water the Volkswagen reappeared, bumping down the dirt road to the river's edge. The police let Carlo go without argument. Morgan helped him into the rear seat and the car backed and filled in the narrow space then drove back up the same road. What's best doesn't often happen-Nature doesn't give a damn for man. The corpse hadn't gone deep enough and the divers soon floated it again. I was curious to see how they'd set about hoisting it into the boat-it looked as if that was going to be a tricky operation. But when they came alongside the cop unfolded a sheet of dark heavy plastic and passed it to them; they slipped the plastic edgewise under our drowned man and slowlv pulled him to shore. Two |