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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 looked. The net wasn't just tangled around him; it was anchored. A heavy weight, a makeshift ballast of lead and chain, was tied to his ankles with fresh, unfouled rope. Someone had sunk him. Deliberately. we hooked up a marine

"Wait," I said. I was looking at the body again. The skin on his knuckles was torn and ragged. Defensive wounds. Or offensive ones. He hadn't drowned quietly. "He didn't wash out here," I said, the